and I have given up naming cars, waist length hair
and wishing for a horse. I do not believe I will live
in a spare, but gracious pod, that my modest house
will do anything but comfortably decline, or that my cat
will learn to stay off the counter. Indeed, I have let go
of a whole array of advocacy and mediation under the weight
of what I know I can’t fix. I no longer believe in the smooth
certitude of travel tubes or trust that a jet-pack future
will remake the whole world small,
after all.

Selected byJordan Trethewey
Image credit:Photo by Nick Karvounis

Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Southwest.  Her chapbook Ghost Logic won the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly Editors Choice Award and she is an Associate Editor for Poetry at Good Works Review. Among other places, her poems have appeared in Off the Coast, The Linnet's Wings, Crab Creek Review, The Madison Review, and Verse Wisconsin. She lives in the desert with her husband and daughter, their two dogs a cross-eyed cat and a 24 year old goldfish named Darryl.