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Desire Lines

Danielle Harms | Poetry

I. STATUS QUO

A guy once told me               

that if I could define the stakes

more clearly

then I might really

have something

in these pages

about

my little

miscarriage.

II. CALL TO ACTION

If I could clarify
the inciting incident
he might find his footing       
in a narrative structure.
He could trace desire,
recognize change,
interpret what on Earth
motivates me.

III. RISING ACTION

Like the writer we admire,

who wrote about a stillbirth.

We cried in the audience:

a single beating heart,

surging along

metal folding chairs.

If I could sculpt a story

like that, I might

have something

real

to say.

III. ANTI CLIMAX

Instead let me present this dumb story about an early miscarriage with low stakes and
murky desires. Please accept this obsession with the horizon over Lake Michigan.

IV. CENTRAL CONFLICT

Make me believe 

I can see apparitions

that are not there:

Icebergs in summer,

ghost ships levitating

above spring waters.

A wavering line

dividing

distance.

V. FALLING ACTION

I swear—\/

I swear—/\

I swear—\/

I can see land—/\

on the other side—\/

dissolving into—/\

a shipping container—\//\

a crash of waves—/\\//\

a flock of birds—\//\\//\

VI. RESOLUTION

Out the window: the lake.

I admire the vanishing point,

on a cloudy day,

How it announces

a this — …

a that — …

In the room: he calls it: a story,

Me: a protagonist.

But this is nonfiction—
I am a speaker.

The lake froze overnight—
A ribbon along the shore.
The panes of ice shatter
with every pulsing wave.