Waiting
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The caterpillars fed themselves from their own mound of shit
Inside the plastic cup. They spun themselves
Each into a chrysalis and then emerged dripping
Red, waxy blood onto the bottom. They did it
While nobody wet the bed anymore. While we were mowing
Each other crazy in our backyards, waiting
For a billion years to go by. They did it while we were swimming
Upstream to meet our dead fathers and then coming back
To the place we love.
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Adam is a candidate for the MFA at Sarah Lawrence College, where he received the Thomas Lux Prize for Poetry in 2010. He has had work published in the journals The Dirty Napkin, The Cortland Review, Bluestem, Eclectica, 2River View, Foliate Oak, Alba, and The Antigonish Review, and was the recipient of an International Merit Award from The Atlanta Review in 2010. Adam was also nominated for the anthology Best New Poets in both 2010 and 2011. He lives with his family in Connecticut.
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Poetry by Adam Chambers
Inside the plastic cup. They spun themselves
Each into a chrysalis and then emerged dripping
Red, waxy blood onto the bottom. They did it
While nobody wet the bed anymore. While we were mowing
Each other crazy in our backyards, waiting
For a billion years to go by. They did it while we were swimming
Upstream to meet our dead fathers and then coming back
To the place we love.
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Adam is a candidate for the MFA at Sarah Lawrence College, where he received the Thomas Lux Prize for Poetry in 2010. He has had work published in the journals The Dirty Napkin, The Cortland Review, Bluestem, Eclectica, 2River View, Foliate Oak, Alba, and The Antigonish Review, and was the recipient of an International Merit Award from The Atlanta Review in 2010. Adam was also nominated for the anthology Best New Poets in both 2010 and 2011. He lives with his family in Connecticut.
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