Cindy Savett


once we were women or rather
the beginning of trees
loose with sturdy lovers

you the calling and I the sphere

we ate biscuits of second guesses
place-cards for absence and exception
our house and its ravaged doors

we washed our fists and coated the mirror with brine

we begged for the seasonal crushing of berries
hostages to the vine

we let pass
the killer

don’t bury the birdcage

you are no more the viking than the prayer
a wasteland of irony
a house sketched in fire and envy

your solitudes your fortresses your sounds of extinction
once carried home

I am an abstract           secrecy on tap
scurrying chair drifting towards the corner

loose landscapes crowd the mirror
centuries sprawl across the couch

you lay this coarse earth


third is the mime’s conversation,

longing for a sightline she
grows petals in her closet

winds the hush around her hand,
second seam closing in

flush from her climb
she cradles,
and roams through rips in the sky

her first wound is the desert, silent blast
the burnt field

Cindy Savett’s first book of poetry, Child in the Road, was published by Parlor Press. She is also the author of three chapbooks. Her poems have appeared in journals including LIT, Word For/Word, and Dusie. She lives on the outskirts of Philadelphia with her family and teaches poetry workshops to psychiatric inpatients at several area hospitals.
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Susan Lewis ( is the Editor-in-chief and founder of Posit ( and the author of ten books and chapbooks, including Zoom (winner of the Washington Prize), Heisenberg's Salon, This Visit, and State of the Union. Her poetry has appeared in anthologies such as Walkers in the City (Rain Taxi), They Said (Black Lawrence Press), and Resist Much, Obey Little (Dispatches/Spuyten Duyvil), as well as in journals such as Agni, Boston Review, The Brooklyn Rail, Conjunctions online, Diode, Interim, New American Writing, and VOLT.