Tuesday poem #161 : Amy Bagwell : whatever is the opposite of binary

doors close
by degrees. feel
weatherstrip drag. feel
breath between pressed
to frame &
resting

there
& now
we

sleep, safe—
forgetting hollow
cores. forgetting feeble
locks, knobs singing
for (again)
fingers.

Amy Bagwell's poems are in Terminus Magazine, Vallum: Contemporary Poetry, and Figdust and in the anthologies Topograph and Boomtown. She makes poem-centered mixed media art and co-directs Wall Poems, Inc. She received her MFA in Poetry from Queens University of Charlotte, where she lives, and she teaches English at Central Piedmont Community College.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan