Molly Brodak is from Michigan and currently lives in Augusta, Georgia. She is the author of the chapbook Instructions for a Painting and the book A Little Middle of the Night.
Black Barn
We bought a colt and named him Regret. At night I played his name like a chime in my chest, I felt he could stamp sharper if I tried harder, so I fed him everything. He watched my face while he ate. Ice destroyed groves and groves. And grief feels fake after...
Lobby
No one is so patient: chair-patient, sky-patient: I myself don’t know where I end. Here a phone trills forever— waves prick and disassemble, all quakes. It is not so bad. Pain might be funny. And I’m good at killing things I like. I can come to the rotten aspect of lunch and...
The Flood
Panic, because suddenly everything signifies, a kind of net of sunlight, pulling all directions at once; the background’s flaw is that it beckons: the poodle’s boat, Noah’s palm, the dove-magnet: a barbarity! A flame at the vanishing point! Where things trace back to one man’s wanting, which is often the wrong thing...
