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Margaret Ricketts
Margaret Ricketts is the third poet I’ve featured this month whom I first met in Jim Hall’s master class at the Carnegie Center for Literacy and Learning in Lexington. Margaret, a fellow member of Mosaic, is currently an MFA student at American University in Washington, D.C. She lives across the street from the Department of Homeland Security. Does that make her feel more secure?
When we talk about the war
When we begin to talk about the
war, I reach for my heaviest
sweater to drape comfort around
me, fingertips searching
for familiar textures. My footsoles
lose the feel of their familiar places,
walk me into furniture unshifted
twenty years. What can I love
more than safety? When we sit over
after-dinner coffee, talking about present
futility and future losses, I feel a stirring within
me, as reliable, predictable as wine or sex. Your
faces are pale, wise in foreboding. My ribcage
aches with the fragile possibility of a way out.
When the war comes, only this yearning will
tell me who I am.
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