I Have Been Dreaming of a Time Machine

To come and come
in the abandoned
                         skin     vines
a way of beginning
to stay up all night
             with you       again
                         young and blind
to the spectacular
death of each minute
             how something has bitten
                         the persimmons
while we rolled in the creature
dirt and how we take
             because we must keep
                         eating       to see at last
the clocks emerge       garbage
trucks and faithless crows
             in the unrepentant gray of morning
                         then to not feel sadness
on the drive to the station and stand close
beside a waiting train
             oh god     it will hurt
                         and we’ll eat that too and say
nothing of who is left behind
             and who returns to another
river       scoured       singing





Emma Trelles is the Poet Laureate of Santa Barbara and the author of Tropicalia (U. of Notre Dame Press), winner of the Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize. The daughter of Cuban immigrants, she has received fellowships from the Florida Division of Cultural Affairs and from CantoMundo. Her work has been anthologized in Best American Poetry, Best of the Net, and Big Enough for Words. Recent work appears or is forthcoming in New England Review, Chiricú Journal, Terrain’s Letter to America Series, and SWWIM. She teaches at Santa Barbara City College and curates the Mission Poetry Series.

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