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Leah Umansky


How are the dots

I know how my taste
is formed.

It’s already on
the first page

if you see the world
in stories, as I do.




Here’s the first
story: I am.

And the second
is the place

you go back to:
the formative.

A friend tells me:
we just need to find a good egg

and follows with:
literally and figuratively.




Here’s a third:
the universe is

getting creative, and
I am too. This is me then,

and this is me now.
A friend tells me

I miss being in your orbit;
and I feel my rings widening.

(I hope they are widening)
There is so much we don’t capture,

but I’m capturing this now,
with my inner ear and my inner eye.




A fourth:
I am trying to catch

all the rain in my hands, and am
pretty good at it. This is what anyone

would do. This is all
a query; a querying.

This happens. That happens. This happens.
That happens. This happens. That happens.

I have intervened the idea;
I received the story at birth.

Now, I am being a maker.
Now, this happens, or it doesn’t.




This morning, I bought
Halloween decorations

to mail Louise and the kids,
and the cashier said,

got to keep it festive
for the little ones.

I said I was shipping it to London
(for someone else’s children, not mine),

but I thought, yes,
I will keep it festive.

Leah Umansky is the author of two full-length collections, The Barbarous Century and Domestic Uncertainties. She earned her MFA in Poetry at Sarah Lawrence College and is the curator and host of The COUPLET Reading Series in NYC. Her poems can be found in The New York Times, POETRY, Ecotheo, The Bennington Review, The Academy of American Poets’ Poem-A-Day, and Rhino.