Robin Myers

The child goes willingly,offering up her rosebudbackpack to the police.Up there and outsideis the snow, the scrapedsky, the barbershopquartet, the fourteen-dollar glass of wine,livid pigeons, RikersIsland, ice skatersembracing, the riseand fall of some butnot all things relevantto our story. The girl’smother flickers behindher. The policemangrins like a ficklefather. Someone pingsa steel drum downbelow all this. Thetunnel’s metal marrowhums its hymn, blurtspixels that bid us toobey. If you see some-thing, say something.If you’re here, pay.

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Robin Myers works as a freelance translator from the Spanish. Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in the Massachusetts Review, the Harvard Review, PANK Magazine, 32 Poems, Narrative Magazine, and elsewhere.

Beloit Poetry Journal

Fall 2018

Windham, Maine

Melissa Crowe

Associate Editor
Rachel Contreni Flynn

Managing Editor
Mark Crowe

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