for Lois Wilcken
She fled the city but rage outran her,
the dog’s teeth sliding muscle from bone.
After, the old priest called the spirits.
When the voice of her dead husband
trembled the water, it was not in prophecy,
it was to ask, How is your arm, my love?
Adam McGee is a Pushcart nominee whose poems have recently appeared in Bayou Magazine, Assaracus, The Delmarva Review, RHINO, Kenning Journal, and Euphony. McGee is the editorial assistant for Transition and the associate editor for special exhibitions at the Harvard Art Museums. He recently completed a Ph.D. in Black Studies. He grew up in rural Delaware but now calls Boston home. www.adammichaelmcgee.com