“Artifacts of Our Affection” By Amber West (2014)

Wallace Stevens Poetry Prize, Second Place (2014) When I notice mold in my toothbrush mug I remember the pigeons roosting in the airshaft: their toilet, their nest, our bedroom view dusk and dawn Monogamous, amorous, pigeons are known for their soft cooing calls Once I had three mugs. Gold-trimmed. Blond carousel ponies painted on each… More “Artifacts of Our Affection” By Amber West (2014)