A Hole in the Poem I balance barefoot on a rim around the poem, wary of glass unbroken. Smooth edges don't last. Just look down at the ground along the curb on any street, bits of bottle shape themselves into nothing left to say, unlike the window that laughed right in my face when I threw it a curve ball. How strong we are to fragile things, and yet we cannot save them.
Beth Oast Williams’ poetry has appeared in West Texas Literary Review, Wisconsin Review, Glass Mountain, GASHER Journal, Poetry South, Fjords Review, and Rattle’s Poets Respond, among others. Her poems have been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. Her first chapbook, Riding Horses in the Harbor, was published in 2020.
Amethyst Review 