By Becca J. R. Lachman

Tonight, the Pink Moon marks nine months of
you + us, keeps us all awake with
its bright tunnel of a face. On the
couch, a last-ditch effort, you stretch your
torso over mine, and I feel you
soften, your snore against my neck, hand
fluttering. It’s the closest we’ll get
to any quickening, my feet cold
without a blanket, the furnace on.

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Becca J. R. Lachman earned her MFA from Bennington College. Her poetry collections include What I Say to this House, The Apple Speaks, and Other Acreage, and she edited A Ritual to Read Together: Poems in Conversation with William Stafford. Her work has been recognized by the Ohio Arts Council, Black Mountain College Museum & Arts Center, and has been published in Hunger Mountain, Rattle, and Change Seven Magazine. becca-jr-lachman.com