Issue No. 9, Summer 2014

Julie Brooks Barbour

You are a vehicle for desire, a stone figure dropped
in the ocean. You are curved and white, roughness

modified by the movement of water. No hair appears
on your legs or above your lip. No lumps on or under

your skin. No wrinkles at the edges of your eyes,
in laugh lines, or on your neck. Your skin is pulled taut.

You are ageless, a perpetual girl. If a ship navigates
your waters, it will not be rocked. You will not be

the legend that folds its sails, that causes the wreck
on the shoreline. You are the easy route, devoid of rocks.

You are the way written about in logs and travel journals:
the sunshine, the stillness, the atmosphere of peace.

Julie Brooks Barbour is the author of Small Chimes (Aldrich Press, 2014) and two chapbooks: Earth Lust (forthcoming from Finishing Line Press, 2014) and Come To Me and Drink (Finishing Line Press, 2012). Her poems have appeared in Waccamaw, diode, storySouth, Prime Number Magazine, The Rumpus, Midwestern Gothic, Blue Lyra Review, and Verse Daily. She is co-editor of the journal Border Crossing and an Associate Poetry Editor at Connotation Press: An Online Artifact. She teaches composition and creative writing at Lake Superior State University.