i see a lush plain


and am reminded to search
for a drug. She is

writing something
that I cannot see.
Her body is a picnic

of sexy swagger.
I wish I could remember.

I wish someone had
a guitar and a hat
I wish someone
would do something.


He is a stillborn love poem
incubating in the embrace
of a woman made
of steel and plastic.

The floor is cold
sun shown concrete.


Her face is a lyric
a broken neck of a swan.

I see her face stabbed
by headlights the midnight
bridge covered in newspapers.

A curtain closes and the band stops,

she shields her eyes and melts
into its suspension.








Rachel Busnardo thinks it’s weird to talk about herself in the third person. She doesn’t have a pet turtle, but she wishes she did. Some of her work has appeared in some other places. She is an MFA candidate at the University of Colorado, Boulder where she also teaches creative writing.


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3 Responses to Poem by Rachel Busnardo

  1. bernd sauermann says:

    this poem is just brilliant–every last word.

  2. Rachel Busnardo says:

    Thank you so much!

  3. Jeremy Huey says:

    Brilliant as always, great to see the words of an artist.

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