MiPOesias Magazine

HANNA ANDREWS

Hanna Andrews is a New York native, now residing in Chicago. A graduate of Sarah Lawrence College, she is currently an MFA candidate in poetry at Columbia College Chicago, where she serves as co-Editor of Columbia Poetry Review. More of her recent work is forthcoming from 27 Rue de fleures.

i.
a slow tongue spinning sugar can really lure a girl.
logic recedes, a pad of butter in the pan; hash browns
seething in skillets. a city girl takes a golf flight to the land
of strip malls & sweet tea, her slim hipped lover locks
beats against a bass throb backdrop, night maple
syrup thick. lip lock contract sealed in blood & metal,
transactions & tablets on the tongue in a red club
bathroom. hours. a scar on the heart & a slow breaking.
much later— a north wind, a high rise. the recall of
a drawl. a cavity; an open window. a choice.

ii.
a rotation of the sugar of slow language can really deceive a girl
so that the logic moves backwards, an adjustment: mantequilla
in the casserole; chips that are shaken in skillets. a city girl
takes an earth flight, to tree-lined avenues & the sweet tease:
fine blows tie love against a low context, the heavy contract
of the lip lock, of the syrup, of the maple at night
sealed in blood & metal, the transactions & the tablets
in the language of one hour. the red of mace, of a bathroom.
a scar in the heart & a slow rupture. much more advanced,
a north wind. a high ascent. memory in a voice that
crawls. a cavity; an open window. an option.

iii.
a spin of the sugar of slow language can really trick a girl
so that logic moves behind. one rendering: mantequilla
in the casserole; integrated circuits that churn to you in skillets.
a city girl takes a ground flight, to tree-aligned avenues, with
sweet ease: the relative fine tie of love blows against
a low context, the heavy contract of the lips locking,
the syrup of the maple tree, the night sealed in the spirit
& metal. the transactions & reducing, the language of
a red hour, of mace, of a bathroom. a scar in the heart
& a slow breach. a more advanced wind of the north.
a high memory of the rise in one voice that strips
to a cavity; one open window. an alternative.