My man is shaped like the last
century. He is stout like copper.
The music dips its finger into the round,
warm room. Tides of laughter open
the shutter. The cadence of light
as an onion.
I make love to each blinding
layer. I take a good picture. I send you
The room has entered
into shades of red and so becomes
a warm room. People as shelves.
The scab of December unpeels itself.
On the screen, the ink blooms, warbles.
The Actress's dress is a black cloud.
She goes into a cave.
The room is this dark
ankle moving through the sludge.
There is a cloud
moving over us.
She hides her white pocket beneath
the tree that leers out. Then the white man with white
hair tells the black man with white hair that
the big city is heartless.
The woman wearing the animal
is thrashed about the snowy
mountain. The storm of.
A tint of blue. "There we go again,"
you whispered, and the blood ran into / into
Anne Marie Rooney is an MFA candidate at Cornell University. She won this year's Iowa Review Award for Poetry, as well as 2nd place in Narrative Magazine's first annual poetry contest, and honorable mention in The Atlantic's Student Writing Contest. She was also a finalist for the Morton Marr Poetry Prize, and her chapbook "Shiner" was short-listed in Bateau Press's BOOM Competition. Her work has appeared in Columbia, Ninth Letter, the Best New Poets 2008 anthology, and elsewhere.