Literature Poetry Sara Bess

Springfield

Sara Bess

 

I am the only one here
with all my fingers.

My boss is impressed with this
and the fact that I have never
shot myself

with a nail gun, though I am afraid
of the loud noises of the air compressor
of the dust and the splinters. I am careful
with my hands.

By Friday my mucus is dark
with blood and sawdust and I
am coughing worse than usual,
but I am very precise. My careful hands—

with all their fingers
all their ragged ends—are good
in small spaces. I have lived
my whole life in spaces like these.

 

Sara Bess headshotSara Bess grew up in rural southeast Missouri but she doesn’t live there anymore. She was a 2017 Lambda Literary Poetry Fellow. Her poetry has appeared in The Wanderer, Matrix, and elsewhere. She released her micro-chapbook Aerial Roots in 2017.

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