Pale pink
it stripped
no wood or
outer frame

how I
cackle when
you wink
say de-briss
of debris

fire striking
the person
aglow by
the fire out
side it

the chimney
I drive by
as close as
I’ll come

Bare in night
fall you know
what they say
no house so
no home

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Alicia Wright’s poetry appears in the Paris Review, West Branch, and jubilat, among others. She has received fellowships from the Iowa Writers' Workshop and the University of Denver, where she served as the Denver Quarterly Editorial Fellow (Associate Editor). She lives in Iowa City and is the editor of Annulet.