Nothing Granted | Anna Meister

    Anna Meister holds an MFA in poetry from New York University. A Pushcart Prize & Best of the Net nominee, her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Barrow Street, The Offing, Prelude, Kenyon Review, Tinderbox, & elsewhere. Anna lives in Des Moines, IA & at www.anna-meister.com.        an instrument he istuning, the instrumentto look throughme, the sky saidmany of us told himwith stars, less is plenty of cakeI look down at the cakeI got, shatteredglass, glitter for angelswho upped the moon-light, fruit-crownederuption like millionsof tomorrowswho told me godwas personalthey look more alertnow, they quietmy feelings, my eyessummon the blood-shot like a cold dayI am all interruption& crash, last nightwas my mouth fresh out of Jesusembarrassed I openedlooked happy to behere, in a glass cup I try to holdthe stillness, my mouthshould alert angelswhen a handkerchieffalls, when I drop,say the moment is stillgoing on, lampcoating the roomwith something different