Elizabeth R. McClellan is a poet, editor, lawyer, and occasional loudmouth who lives in the geographic center of the State of Tennessee and thus considers the whole state her backyard. She is a previous Rhysling Award nominee, winner of the Naked Girls Reading Literary Honors Award, and was the 2014 Rhysling Chair. Her work has appeared in the Moment of Change and I Know What I Saw anthologies, as well as Apex Magazine, Calliope Magazine, Goblin Fruit, The Legendary, NewMyths.com, and Stone Telling. For more about Elizabeth follow her on Twitter at @popelizbet or visit www.elizabethrmcclellan.com.
When the Devil’s in Nashville
he stops by Third and Union, late,
after the bars close, where
someone always offers half a beer...
In the enrichment center it is like war
inasmuch as “war” retrieves an observation
about long periods of inactivity punctuated...
For Betsy Phillips, who knows how the roads lie.
I.
The Devil is a good old boy at heart
who wishes sometimes he knew how to live...
What would have been my right hand—
delicate fingers discolored a bit,
a ghost of a ring, a seam at the wrist—
belonged to Miss...
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