BACK IN OUR HOME
NEW YORK
by Amy Schmitz

the kill moves again
          churning up what’s been hidden all winter
                      mostly plastic grocery bags

Almost lace-like they shiver against rocks
          eyed by fish on their way to Vermont

Where does regret go this time of year
          where there isn’t already mud
          We could have been heroic
                      trailblazing through town

We could have been lyrical
          like the first crocus of the season
          near the bakery

but we’re extreme

waking in a hotel the kill once flowed through
          making a wonderful list
                      of all that’s wrong                  

Let me tell you there is more than one way
to taste salt

There is only one remedy for settling
          This isn’t like that

This is like walking through settlement fields
          only to realize we’re walking on snow-buried
                      railroad tracks

Do you see what I mean

The risk happens every time we step








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Amy Schmitz’s work has been published or is forthcoming
in
Connecticut River Review, Gyroscope Review, High
Plains Literary Review
, Juked, Sugar House Review,
City Works, Kestrel, San Pedro River Review, Louisiana
Review
, Borderlands: Texas Literary Review, Askew,
Freshwater, and elsewhere.  She has won awards from
Poetry International, the Women’s National Book
Association, and the CNY chapter of the National League
of American Pen Women.  Schmitz earned an MFA in
Creative Writing from George Mason University.   


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Apple Valley Review:
A Journal of Contemporary
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Volume 14, Number 2
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