Claire Wahmanholm

 

POST-CRASH BEATITUDE

 

The root of bless

is blood, as if

a blessing were

anything bloody,

as if this windshield

were a veil

to shine beneath,

blessings rushing

in our ears,

beneath our tongues,

our mouths so full

they runneth over.

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CLAIRE WAHMANHOLM is currently a PhD student at the University of Utah, where she is the assistant editor of Quarterly West. Her work most recently appears in or is forthcoming from, The Cincinnati Review, American Arts Quarterly, Poetry Northwest, 32 Poems, Measure, Rattle, and Unsplendid. She lives in Salt Lake City. 

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Read more by Claire Wahmanholm:

 
Poem in 32 Poems
Poem in Rattle