Husks

Steam whispers
from the stove.
You and I
shuck corn,
ripping away
husks, revealing
ears and ears.

It was always
summer then.
Then
there were no
more summers.

Drop them
into the water.
They do not
know enough
to scream.

Author of the article

Stephanie McConnell is from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Her poetry has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Sugar House Review, The Ponder Review, the Under Review, River Heron Review, Quibble, The Dewdrop, BarBar, Sad Girls Club, Hare's Paw Literary Journal, The Fourth River, and The Worcester Review. She has lived in many places, but still only writes about Pennsylvania.