Poetry by Brittany Mishra
We drove that whole night
with our rage behind the wheel,
the clouds wisps of gauze,
mesh and asphalt winding
into an arrow that plucked the moon,
pierced it out of our dark sky.
Our car carved noise into the land,
but no matter our terrible speed,
we did not move. Anger stilled
the tender physics of motion,
stopped crossroads from crossing,
and blurred the vacancy signs
into cold, neon stars.
Brittany Mishra lived 24 years of her life in the PNW, growing up in Camas, WA and earning her bachelor’s in English from Portland State University. She currently is battling homesickness while living in Connecticut with her husband. Most of all, she misses good vegetarian food, Powell’s, and Mt. Hood.