Beth Bachmann


Some would call this heaven – a teenage girl half-naked
in the grass. For all I know, they might be right.
The lighting is soft, mid-morning, hazy enough to blur
the details, so we can fill them in any way we like.
Say, a brunette, barely legal, hidden.
From here, it looks like she’s speechless.

Beth Bachmann
“Heaven” first appeared in American Poetry Review, 37:2.