Sarah Maclay
  • Sarah Maclay
  • Concentration’s shot,
  • my mind is full of light,
  • my fingers smell deeper
  • than honey.
  • My heart is in my thighs,
  • my groin — you don’t even
  • want to know — it’s in my knees,
  • my nose, it’s everywhere.
  • I’m so distracted
  • I leave the doors unlocked,
  • practically hide the vibrator
  • in the refrigerator.
  • The smoke alarm goes off.
  • I cruise the floors of my
  • bungalow ’til they’re blue.
  • Every week
  • I clean my house for you.
  • I’m starving and I can’t
  • sleep, exhausted and I can’t eat.
  • What have you done to me?
  • Cure me. Please.
  • Make it worse.


Sarah Maclay currently teaches creative writing and literature at Loyola Marymount University and conducts periodic workshops at the Ruskin Art Club and Beyond Baroque. She is book review editor for
Poetry International. “The Symptoms” is from her recent collection, Music for the Black Room, which, like her previous two collections, was published by the University of Tampa Press. She lives in Venice, California. Author’s photo by Mark Lipson. The poem is reprinted by permission of the University of Tampa Press.

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nan shartel Jan. 11, 2012 @ 12:04 p.m.

haught damn lady.....u got it all going here!!!

congrats to the READER 4 going out on the tip of the vibrator to publish this one

now off to the shower to clean my house!!! ;-D)

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