- Devil’s Purse
We were all something before we were nothing. The stomach well fed and now hardened. The mother’s heart before the empty house. Listen to the noise the wind makes through our arms, light bodies. Someone will know us for the things we have carried. [End Page 61]
Sara Gelston’s recent poems appear in Ploughshares, Poetry Northwest, Indiana Review, Versal, Third Coast, and elsewhere. She holds an mfa from the University of Illinois and is the recipient of fellowships from the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing and the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown.