Maya Stahler

Maya Stahler is a poet from Oregon who is currently an MFA candidate at the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Her most recent work appears/is forthcoming in Longleaf Review, Squawk Back, Diagram, and elsewhere. 

ANNA'S ARIA


hamstring of light 

the cellphone party 

I hold my glass 

juice grape the sound 

of you swearing 

TV always easy 


my Anna eye 

the game on her 


I am trying to show 

you I’m happy here 

pole dance on sand 

we pop jellyfish heads 


the driftwood its weight 

I tell you about newspapers 


you cry leg sliding down 

an invisible pole 


matching undies 

I take a shell and cut 


my hand cause I 

have hours until 

I have to go back to work 


my Anna eyes you 

have lost your credit 


card in the tide 

we don’t drive back 

but there is a softness 

I know this road the 

quiet headlights

and trailer villages 


I don’t want a pet 

the way I can always ruin 

a small tuesday night

ANNA'S ARIA


hamstring of light 

the cellphone party 

I hold my glass 

juice grape the sound 


of you swearing 

TV always easy 

my Anna eye 

the game on her 

I am trying to show 

you I’m happy here 


pole dance on sand 

we pop jellyfish heads 


the driftwood its weight 

I tell you about newspapers 


you cry leg sliding down 

an invisible pole 

matching undies 

I take a shell and cut 

my hand cause I 

have hours until 

I have to go back to work 

my Anna eyes you 

have lost your credit 


card in the tide 

we don’t drive back 


but there is a softness 

I know this road the 


quiet headlights

and trailer villages 


I don’t want a pet 

the way I can always ruin 

a small tuesday night

TEMPER


Heavy feather 

Duck organs I’m feeling—generous 

All fours into the rose bush 

My nurse 

My father 

Paper matches, licking show 

I stole those for because 

Eggs—dormant poison in my hands 

I left you the gold 

It hatched alight 

A sticky bulb 


Of aural hair

TEMPER


Heavy feather 

Duck organs I’m feeling—generous 

All fours into the rose bush 

My nurse 

My father 

Paper matches, licking show 

I stole those for because 

Eggs—dormant poison in my hands 

I left you the gold 

It hatched alight 

A sticky bulb 


Of aural hair

Maya Stahler

Maya Stahler

Maya Stahler is a poet from Oregon who is currently an MFA candidate at the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Her most recent work appears/is forthcoming in Longleaf Review, Squawk Back, Diagram, and elsewhere. 

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