Beth Bretl
Vespertine
violet unmoors
conversation bends
some paring of silk interiors,
bland reproach
what is it you . . .
an unkind catch of doors
along the courtyard
stone
cools when a night verges on . . .
the olive tree corroborates
wasn’t it a darkly angled sky
Beth Bretl is a Ph.D. candidate in English at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, where she recently served as co-editor of poetry for The Cream City Review. Her poetry and fiction have been published or are forthcoming in North American Review, Porcupine Literary Arts Magazineand Calyx.