Magazine January 28, 2019, Issue

Poetry

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A perfect candidate for Miss
Morbidity, I often wake
at 4 a.m. to hear the hiss
of life evaporating from the lake

of itself. The cat, a charcoal smudge
on blue pillows, smothers me in fur.
Blind and deeply in need of touch,
he meets my terror

inch for inch. I never go downstairs
to watch TV or have a snack.
I lie still, trying not to think of stars
or other distances, the track

of years and the level crossing,
only my blood turning and tossing.

Jessica Hornik is the author of the poetry collection A Door on the River and an associate editor of National Review. Her poems have appeared in The Atlantic, The Times Literary Supplement, The New Criterion, Poetry, and many other publications.

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