The Method of Vanishing Cues

Poetry
Written By Maureen Seaton

For Florida

I got myself a cup. It was the end of water
and I was the last to drink. I was

a revolver at the bed of the dead woman.
It was the cruel month and I was

inhabited by nightmares. It was a dream
the color of children. I was

taking off from MIA. It was the time we
drove in circles until we got there. I was

extinct in everglades. It was unseasonable.
I skied through flambé or sorbet. I was

redhanded and tenderheaded. It was the best
and final cue. I broke into orchids and was gone.

 
Maureen Seaton

Maureen Seaton has authored and edited numerous poetry collections, both solo and collaborative—most recently, Fisher (Black Lawrence Press, 2018) and Reading Queer: Poetry in a Time of Chaos (Anhinga Press, 2018), edited with Neil de la Flor. Her awards for poetry include the Lambda Literary Award, NEA, and Pushcart. Her memoir, Sex Talks to Girls (University of Wisconsin Press), also garnered a “Lammy” and was recently reprinted in paperback (May, 2018). She teaches Creative Writing at the University of Miami.

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