| Contact by Heather Hughes Written in the coincidence of skin, the trace of your electricity and the vast newness of your body, a body I have seen in snatches, once, in the dark. You don't know you are one long poem. No one has told you that lines are composed of muscle and sincerity and an unguarded smile. That is all there is. The spaces between words are the way you breathe; you think you are at rest but this is where storms gather. This is the one place I could touch. |
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Heather Hughes is a Miami native transplanted to Boston, where she freelances in the arts community and spends as much time at Fenway as possible. She writes publicity materials for thinkrock band Fluttr Effect and is the Business and Development Manager for the literary magazine Quick Fiction. Her poetry is also forthcoming this year in Grain. |