Lack of Infrastructure

by Ann DeVilbiss

They make our bed and lie about it,

claims denied and care made criminal.

They borrow our hammers to break

every window, call it development.

So I curse the stars and mean it,

empty expanse that used to hold them

made vacant as a bolt of second-chance velvet.

I mar the wood with a tally of blessings,

notch away the permanence of frame,

I help the web find its climb, I reach.

I am not the woman at the gun range

emptying clip after clip into the same target

as if to bring back what she long ago lost.

I let what’s gone stay gone, leave mourning

to the doves. What’s left of the future

is forming now: slippage to harden and

brick reclaimed. Windows once toothy

made blank as bureaucrats. I take back

my hammer, my body, my place

in this city. Here comes the rebuilding.


ANN DEVILBISS (she/her) has work published or forthcoming in Appalachian Review, Columbia Journal, The Maine Review, Radar, and elsewhere. She has received support from the Kentucky Arts Council and the Kentucky Foundation for Women, and she lives and works in Louisville, Kentucky. www.anndevilbiss.com.