Caitlin Scarano

To stand in the middle of winter and speak of summer,
your mouth fragile & green.

Every devotion is a twisted rope with two ends.
Think of a burial. How close that word is to boy.

Think of the feverdream as a harvest, the room
spinning even and low as a record.

Or that time you saw two bull moose
antlerlocked in a clearing, snow just starting to fall.

Every aggression is instinctual. Picture the pockets
in your body. How much time you wasted

imagining sons with boneweak men. Last
night you dreamt that your mother was dead

and you inherited her house. All of that softened
glass suddenly yours.

Caitlin Scarano, 2016 VIDA fellowship winner, is a poet in the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee PhD creative writing program. She was the winner of the 2015 Indiana Review Poetry Prize, Conium Review's 2015 Flash Fiction Contest and second place winner of Ruminate Magazine's 2016 Spiritual Nonfiction Prize. She has two poetry chapbooks: The White Dog Year (dancing girl press, 2015) and The Salt and Shadow Coiled (Zoo Cake Press, 2015). Her recent work can be found in Granta, Crazyhorse and Ninth Letter.


  1. This is absolutely exquisite. I just saw your tweet about her story in BSF 2016. I read that and her interview. Thanks so much for helping me discover this wonderful writer.

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