Amanda Newell

Contest - 3rd Place

Amanda Newell is the author of the poetry chapbook, Fractured Light (Broadkill Press). Her poetry has appeared in Bellevue Literary Review, Gargoyle, North American Review, RHINO Poetry, Scoundrel Time, storySouth, and elsewhere. She is Associate Social Media Editor at Plume and holds an MFA from Warren Wilson College.

Because I Am Lonely and You Will Not Know My Pain

I am pausing you at six seconds, just after you turn from the hood of the old blue Mercury to look back at the camera, at me, though I am not there (not yet), not the one recording how the wind, as you adjust the ignition coil, will whip across your lips the loose strands of your hair, or how, beneath your fingers, the Ironhorse will fire again, so loudly that everything— even the camera—will shake with the force of three thousand horses.

In Bluets—a book that I absolutely love—Maggie Nelson writes that ‘we have not yet heard enough, if anything, about the female gaze. About the scorch of it, with the eyes staying in the head.’ That sentiment very much informs this poem, which, I think, is about the astonishment of not being able to look away and the resonance of desire across time and space.

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