• After Ever

    Erin Adair-Hodges

    Summer 2018

    Everybody’s husbands fall in love with me.
    It can’t be helped, they know
    I’d look good turned to sea foam,
    the shell of my pink voice
    tumbling till lost on the ocean’s dark floor.
    Once a man at a bar told me
    my hair made him hard
    so I borrowed a blade from the bartender,
    hacked it off in clumps,
    and gave it to him.
    So many colors! Like a sunset
    if the sky was made of body parts.
    When I was young I was dead
    and my job was to wait
    for a good man to kiss, you know,
    a man who is good but also into kissing
    dead girls. So what could I do?
    I forgot my name and got good at math.

    Erin Adair-Hodges is the winner of the Agnes Lynch Starrett Poetry Prize for Let's All Die Happy and author Every Form of Ruin, forthcoming in 2023 as part of the Pitt Poetry Series. A former academic, she is now an acquisitions editor for Lake Union Publshing.

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