by Lauren Davis
Nature had run its course.
My whole house was underwater.
I saw the caskets float by.
My dog was dead. I felt everything.
We entered 2 x 2, confined in plain white
modular rooms, exposed by the trauma
to hope and medicine.
This forced relationship to questions.
Lauren Davis is the author of Each Wild Thing’s Consent (Poetry Wolf Press). She holds an MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars, and her poetry and prose can be found in publications such as Prairie Schooner, Spillway, Empty Mirror and Lunch Ticket. Davis teaches at The Writers’ Workshoppe in Port Townsend, Washington, and she works as an editor at The Tishman Review. This poem was inspired by Hurricane Floyd, which took Davis’s childhood home in Rocky Mount, North Carolina.