Letter to My Red Gun-Dog America

all you said was good cooking beautiful all you ate
the beans shaped like pearls & the pineapple sliced
half-frozen & the egg yolks you touched 
with the firm moonscape of your bread
you were in this town in the rain, in the funeral
sense of the town, & wore your only
black suit, its gathers & tucks & hemming
some new cloth to wrap your heart in, to hold
the ichor & iron of your bones
& the cars came like crows, gathering speed
falling over themselves in the road
to get to the meat
to get to the kill

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Hannah Craig lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is the author of This History that Just Happened (Parlor Press, 2017). Her work has recently appeared in journals like the Mid-American Review, North American Review, and Copper Nickel. She was the winner of the 2015 New Measure Poetry Prize and the 2016 Mississippi Review Poetry Prize.