Anne Cecelia Holmes

And Maybe An Ending

I used to think night 
was a time for women

but this life is different. 
Let's pretend our hair 

is what makes us safe
to be human and I will 

not be afraid to undress 
in the window. 

This year everything makes 
my blood go missing. 

I devise a cipher so 
sophisticated I get hysterical 

trying to crack it. 
How about some confetti 

for forgetting bad people. 
For falling asleep at all. 

I confess god 
has never spoken to me 

which just makes him 
like most other people. 

There is something in me 
misaligned. I conjure it 

and take my twisted 
resilience to the masses. 

What do I believe in now?

 

Nothing Tragic This Way Yet

I drill a hole in my jaw 
and that is a good place to start. 

Long before the fall
was the idea of fall

so I am planting myself
in a field to see what 

decays first. Give me your 
best pin-me-down and I will 

be so good at faking love. 
I am primed for it. 

It could be a dangerous day 
when I feed my loneliness

through a machine to see 
how the other side looks. 

Virginia says someone has to die 
in order that the rest of us 

should value life more, 
and I think yes

someday one of us will be 
flattened for the greater good. 

Until then I feed the rest
of myself through everything

I find and pray to the god
of being left alone.

 

 

 

 

Anne Cecelia Holmes is the author of a full-length poetry collection, The Jitters (horse less press, forthcoming July 2015), and the chapbooks Junk Parade (dancing girl press 2012) and I Am A Natural Wonder (co-authored with Lily Ladewig; Blue Hour Press 2011). Her poems can be found or are forthcoming in jubilatConduitThe Atlas ReviewDenver QuarterlyNew SouthSixth Finch, and other places. She is a co-editor of Jellyfish Magazine and lives in Western Massachusetts.