the world is spinning
into myth again and
all I can do is watch as

hummingbird nests hang
askew and all the fuchsia
gemstones buzz into being,

one by one. I await the splash,
the misstep, the comedy of
balance and bad luck. Falls

like common grief may come
in threes, but tonight I am Jonah
and walk this city of ribs.

Selected byNolcha Fox
Image credit:Ana Karla Parra

Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Southwest.  Her chapbook Ghost Logic won the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly Editors Choice Award. Among other places, her poems have appeared in Off the Coast, The Linnet's Wings, Crab Creek Review, The Madison Review, Misfit Magazine, Avatar Review and Verse Wisconsin. She lives in the desert with her husband, their dog, two ordinary cats and a psychotic cross-eyed one.