A poem by Susan Okie (poetry, ’14) appears in Cider Press Review:


Elizabeth Bishop Injects Herself With Adrenaline For Ashma

Eyes closed, I inhale, I imagine:
a fine needle in the arm opens your chest,
raises you to a high pitch,
sets you humming all night.
Saved from drowning, you float
on the surface, gulping breaths,
heart at a Scarlatti gallop–

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