Saturday 22 February 2020


What’s Next?

by Mary Chandler Philpott


What’s next is this:
cold and cold and more cold,
and February’s spindly arms,
and March’s house,
its tall and frozen pillars,
and deep echoes from its hollow chest.

I long for April.
Give me a simmer, give me rain.
It hurts to thaw.
It feels like cracking, like splitting apart.
I know this too.

(But what it really is:
We put a hand to the emptiness,
and our warm palms will it away.)


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Mary Chandler Philpott is an MA student at the University of Virginia. She currently lives in Manassas with her fiancé Brandon and their puppy Edward Rochester. 


1 comment:

  1. Love that last thought: "We put a hand to the emptiness,
    and our warm palms will it away."

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