Asha Futterman

at the most easterly point
of the western hemisphere there is a cliff


in newfoundland called cape spear
a battleground where


those who kept the light fought
my friend and i arrived at 5:30 and alone


which means
that day in november


we got the most time or light
but can time unblend itself


from light there wasn’t a sunrise just gray
then brighter gray

i’ve been thinking a lot about image lately / i give a poem to a poet who knows a lot about poetry / she wants to “see it better.” / the woman she wants to see is dead. / i don’t want to bring her back to life / to see the desperation on her face before she died. / i saw the man who kind of killed her in a TV interview / he looked short and like he didn’t talk / to many people during the day / the look on his face was / i don’t really know how to describe it. /


i have seen the image / of the dead woman’s face over and over / not her face. but i have seen it /we have all seen seen it / it’s on facebook / we saw it on facebook. /


my neighbor puts three orange cones / in front of his house everyday / to save his favorite parking space / he watches two broke girls in the backyard / he says his favorite lines aloud with the characters / same pauses same inflections / i can hear him from my sun room. /


his mother never leaves the house / sometimes i see her sitting in her sun room / from my sun room.

Asha Futterman is a writer and actor from Chicago. She is an MFA student at Washington University.