Fall 2013 • Vol. XXXV No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 2013 |

Infidelity

Her eyes across my body: the same blue winds that shake dead catkins loose where headlights turn like tractor blades in the corn while the rain goes on, dripping in the terminal cucumbers, the black Labrador with its shaved belly pulling the moon on its back. I wake too early when even my soul is wet, not knowing where I am under the sky, only how she's unstitching my shape in the dark.

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Brian Tierney’s poems have appeared in, or are forthcoming in: New England Review, Gettysburg Review, AGNI, FIELD, Best New Poets, Poetry Northwest, and others. A former Wallace Stegner Fellow in poetry at Stanford University, and a graduate of the Bennington College MFA Writing Seminars, he was named among Narrative Magazine's "30 Below 30" emerging writers in 2013. He is winner of the 2018 George Bogin Memorial Award from Poetry Society of America, and currently lives in Oakland, Ca., and teaches poetry for The Writing Salon, a Berkeley/San Francisco-based community workshop.

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