1 Poem
by sophie jantz
Muskegon
pink sunburn
my hand
print stays
waving: hi
birds up there
& snapping
linen in wind
& silly
plastic bags
tussling:
my song,
my hot skin,
my geography
disrupted
Oh! my
soul flies to
that fresh-
water body
we skip
smooth stones
into it, Mother
once skipped
smooth stones
into it &
some-times
they jumped
three times
before
sinking, urgent
& haloed
in wrinkles
Sophie Jantz
Originally from rural West Michigan, Sophie went on to study economics and urbanization in college, winning awards for her writing on informal development. She earned her masters degree from the University of Michigan where some of her poetry has been anthologized. She currently works as a transportation policy professional in Cambridge, MA.