FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: Amy Fleury

At Twenty-Eight

by Amy Fleury


It seems I get by on more luck than sense,
not the kind brought on by knuckle to wood,
breath on dice, or pennies found in the mud.
I shimmy and slip by on pure fool chance.
At turns charmed and cursed, a girl knows romance
as coffee, red wine, and books; solitude
she counts as daylight virtue and muted
evenings, the inventory of absence.
But this is no sorry spinster story,
just the way days string together a life.
Sometimes I eat soup right out of the pan.
Sometimes I don’t care if I will marry.
I dance in my kitchen on Friday nights,
singing like only a lucky girl can.


Amy Fleury’s upbringing in rural Kansas shaped her unadorned poetic style and her appreciation for the outdoors. Her first book of poetry, Beautiful Trouble, received the Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award. She is currently the poet-in-residence at her alma mater, McNeese State University.


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One Response to FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: Amy Fleury

  1. Sivan says:

    I love “the inventory of absence,” and I most definitely vibe with these ideas: “Sometimes I eat soup right out of the pan. Sometimes I don’t care if I will marry.” A good find, and with a colorful closet!

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