Erica Weaver
I’ve seen her in the river
wrapped in my clothes
and know her low owlscreech
is trying to replace me
all night long
the night pulls them down ⋅ those outbursts
and there is no sound
from which they are absent
I wake up crying
what is it you want from me
and with what eyes
are you watching?
She turns my cups over
throws out the flowers
as long as you want
as much as you want


Erica Weaver is a poet and critic, currently pursuing a Ph.D. in English at Harvard. A native Virginian, she has since divided her time between New York and Cambridge, MA, where she is working on her first book of poems.