One Thousand Gray Days
Michelle Y. Burke
These days close behind us 
the way water does 

in a Tennessee lake in August. 
What I mean is we disappear 

into weather like this. 
We disappear into 

each other. This weather 
makes a place as damp 

as the bottom of a well.
Wearing this weather 

is like wearing a sweater 
you've shrunk in the wash. 

This weather makes a grave; 
your ambition curls up 

inside it. Soon it will rain. 
Everything will break open 

the way windows do 
in a hurricane.
        
Michelle Y. Burke is the author of the chapbook Horse Loquela. Recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry, The Laurel Review, and The Boiler. She is a recipient of two Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Prizes and fellowships from the MacDowell Colony and the Vermont Studio Center. She lives in Brooklyn.

more by Michelle Y. Burke:
Horses