AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RARITAN, by Melanie Chambers

at the bottom of the raritan

river      where I go sometimes to walk

along the banks when I am sad or

feel like thinking too much          where

it looks like a van gogh in

the rain and the sky in the sun

there are rocks and secrets

and bones of minutemen and

as I look down and see myself I

want to mingle limbs with the men

who followed hamilton into the abyss

for the new world called america

and they had wives

and lovers

and they crossed the icy river

for their wives

and lovers

and america

but you wouldn’t cross the river

for me in fact you wouldn’t

even cross yourself

you were scared

and went with your gut

and ran

when I needed you most

ran

because I needed you most

sometimes I

think I’d like to see your bones

with the rest of them

at the bottom of the river

but I can cross myself

and I do

cause I would have

crossed the river

for you.

-Melanie Chambers

Featured in Vol. 3 Iss. 3
Featured in Vol. 3 Iss. 3
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