Poetry - Issue 04 | April 2009

Two poems by Leah Browning


Refrain

Every evening now I serve you butter chicken
all cream and cardamom on a bed of jasmine rice
with a bottle of Black Sheep Ale imported from England
and later we make love with the lights turned off
for the first time in almost a month
and I don’t know what any of this means
the night that clicks down like a worn but well-loved record
from a happier time even as we sit at the table
with cloth napkins in our laps and warm food
in our mouths that don’t remember how to speak  
or how to say goodbye.

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About the author

Leah Browning is editor of the Apple Valley Review. Though the journal is a product of her time in Minnesota, she is originally from New Mexico and still longs for the mountains. She has authored three nonfiction books for teens and pre-teens. Her third chapbook, In the Chair Museum, is forthcoming in 2013. Browning’s work has appeared in a variety of publications including Broadsided Press, Queen’s Quarterly, Tipton Poetry Journal,  and in several anthologies. Visit her website.

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