In Your New House

Sara Wallace

you wake to the sound of sweeping

open the front door

and across the road you see

a dozen women

sweeping the sand

the dirt

dry clipped grass

mud floors of huts

cement floors of teahouses

after months you join them

rising while your husband and child sleep

the broom’s thick handle rough in your palms

straw and mangy feathers tickling your feet

you don’t look at each other

or at the surf or the crows in the palm trees

you look down at the six inches in front of your bare feet

knocking the gritty sand bug carcasses

lemon peels loose threads out of the way

over the lip of the porch and into the high weeds

making the floor of the day good to be on

the air still blue and cool

like standing in the mouth of a cave

 

Sara Wallace is the author of The Rival (selected for the Agha Shahid Ali Poetry Prize) and the chapbook, Edge (selected for The Center for Book Arts Poetry Chapbook Competition). Her poetry has appeared in such publications as Agni, Hanging Loose, Michigan Quarterly Review, Poetry Daily, Yale Review and others. A recent finalist for a Rona Jaffe Foundation Writer’s Award, she is a recipient of a grant from the Sustainable Arts Foundation and fellowships from the Virginia Center of the Creative Arts and the Millay Colony for the Arts. She currently teaches at New York University and lives in Brooklyn.

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