Three Poems – Reagan Myers

fossil tracks

ON SORROW

She shows up uninvited, not quite a friend,
knows where I keep the spare key, 
just reaches for the door frame and lets herself in.
She rifles through my cupboards, forgets to wash 
the dishes, leaves nothing for me.

You know how a CD skips and skips and 
sort of sounds sorry but really isn’t? She can’t help it, 
she says. And don’t I love her anyway,
how familiar her imprint in my sheets, how 
after a while, I tune out her breathing like it is my own,
have stopped registering that she is not, in fact, me --

that it was not me who broke the glass 
and left the shards for hours, not me 
who used the unpaid bills as coasters, who is unrepentant.
She is the broken spot on my showerhead, she drips and drips, 
fills my ears. I hang up the towel, 
catch a glimpse of myself in the fogged mirror
and see her, this sister not sister, 
this heavy ghost, 
this me, not me, not me.





PALEONTOLOGY

and science is about discovery, isn’t it?
the creation of new ideas, the unearthing 
of old ones, and writing is not so different
like digging up a skull, finding his teeth
how sharp they still are even in memory, 
even in words, how blank his eyes
so reminiscent of sitting 
in the passenger seat,
how even with a hand on my thigh,
even when we were not moving
he always looked straight ahead,
which too will someday become a specimen
to be unearthed, dusted off, catalogued—
there is nothing haunting about clean bones,
about skeletons behind velvet ropes. 



NOW YOU DON’T

Father pulls disappearing act
needs no puff of smoke

no sleight of hand, just a mid-morning 
living room conversation.

There is no big reveal, no implied promise: 
a door opens, a miraculous return. 

Just my mother 
sawed in half,

my brother asking all the wrong 
questions, looking for trap doors

my sister, captive audience
waiting for ordinary

for the end of the show.
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About Reagan Myers

Reagan is the youngest Grand Slam champion to ever come out of Nebraska, and the first woman to hold the title in six years. She's been to two National Poetry Slams, represented the University of Nebraska-Lincoln at the College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational two years in a row, and was the Woman of the World Poetry Slam rep for 2016. You can see her work on Button Poetry. Her current job is a teaching artist with the Nebraska Writers Collective, which is the coolest job that has ever existed. In her spare time, she chases her two cats, Caspian and Persephone, around her apartment to keep them from chewing on important things. View all posts by Reagan Myers

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