Mary Morris

When she left her body
she disappeared to a lake
the color of glaciers,
slipped through the lip of water,
swam inside a tabernacle.All that was chronic disappeared:
desire, cancer, ache, hunger.
I searched the globes of her fixed pupils
and thought: witness, birth of a child,
death of a mother, closed her eyelids,
stepped away from the breeze.

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Mary Morris has published or has forthcoming poems in Poetry, Boulevard, and Prairie Schooner. Her forthcoming book, Enter Water, Swimmer, will be published by Texas Review Press. She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Her website is

The Massachusetts Review

Spring 2018

Amherst, Massachusetts

University of Massachusetts

Executive Editor
Jim Hicks

Poetry Editors
Franny Choi
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Poetry-in-Translation Editor
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