The 2River View | 27.2 (Winter 2023) |
Rachel Custer Mercy was a lonely road dead-ending in a town of growing glares. She grew like a smile She grew like a silence Sally lost and found another man. Plenty forgot their names, their names, that crumbling cabin More than once, Sally found Mercy begging the good Lord for one good man. Seeing Too Much Is Seeing Nothing Sally stands at the sink, training and missing Sally’s saving all her faith for silences, mornings in Indiana An unanswered question, What happened to Mercy? a truth is the same as a truth you don’t know. who couldn’t be saved. Mercy and walked through on dry ground. Rachel Custer is an NEA fellow (2019) and the author of Flatback Sally Country (Terrapin Books, forthcoming) and The Temple She Became (Five Oaks Press, 2017). Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Antigonish Review, B O D Y, and Rattle. website
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