MiPOesias Magazine

Teresa K. Miller received her MFA from Mills College, won the 2006 Mary Merritt Henry Prize, and teaches English at Columbia College Chicago. Her work has appeared in ZYZZYVA, Shampoo, 27 Rue de fleures, and CRUX. She would like to thank and remember her father, Marvin Gene Miller, who, while riding his bike on March 17, 2006, was killed by a speeding teenage driver.

Vectors


That a disappearance
That a sudden switch, an immediate omission
	An inertia past the removal of space
That void might

		A precise someone created these many.

     Where the what went when the seen went,
question one.		Who to ask for elevation, two.
            With what to inflict, what to release, in which
	direction, if direction, who have become, what
	became		That those thats could occur.


			That a there exists there such that a plane
		exists in/on which to reflect the many, that
		a precise someone could create.

       Still not even a surface with which friction—no ground.

Barrow


Here in the gray, less cutting.  A soft slope to the left
and the right, a place to straddle the slightest peak,
lolling with no toward.

			  Where exists the darkness
and bright is not here, hazy heavy, drunken
approximating stasis.

		           And in that here the prison,
no opening, no clear decision, no way to steal
a little more time, find a little less you.