Wait (Brittingham Prize in Poetry)
In a small town under a spell, a child bride prays for the sheriff's gun. Iron under a bed stops a nightmare. The carousel artist can carve only birds. Part fairy tale and part gothic ballad, Wait spans a single year: the year before a young woman's marriage. Someone is always watching-from the warehouse, from the woods. And on the outskirts of town, someone new is waiting.
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