Colleen Abel is a former Diane Middlebrook Poetry Fellow at UW-Madison’s Institute for Creative Writing. Her work has appeared in numerous journals, including The Southern Review, West Branch, Notre Dame Review, Mid-American Review, Rhino, Cimarron Review, The Journal, The Pinch and others. She is Poetry Editor at cream city review in Milwaukee.
Forget what you’ve heard: I tumbled after no one.
That was a calculated leap into the space before voices
droned like fighter jets against a sky so blue it pained me.
I caught the rabbit—they got that wrong, too—caught him in my hands
and shocked my tender fingers with the spark of his terrified pulse.
Yes, I held him, I held him and I let him go, then stepped into the dark, blowing grass