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JANUARY 14, 2026
Sarah Teresa Cook
Pay Neve Campbell What She’s Asking for You Fools

As soon as you write something down, it’s fiction.
—Chris Kraus
 
 
i remember
 
 
watching neve
 
 
campbell on
 
 
the rosie
 
 
o’donnell show
 
 
talking about
 
 
shaving her
 
 
toes, she
 
 
said, cuz
 
 
they were
 
 
hairy. oh
 
 
 
 
i thought
 
 
 
 
another
 
 
 
thing
 
 
 
to
 
 
 
watch
 
 
 
out
 
 
 
for
 
 
 
and started
 
 
 
shaving mine.
 
 
 
i remember
 
 
one time
 
 
a man
 
 
stuck his
 
 
hand down
 
 
the front
 
 
of my
 
 
jeans.                 oh,
 
 
 
 
he said,
 
 
 
i’ve
 
 
 
never
 
 
 
touched
 
 
 
a
 
 
 
woman
 
 
 
who
 
 
 
was
 
 
 
hairy
 
 
 
down
 
 
 
there.
 
 
 
 
did he
 
 
really
 
 
say it
 
 
like that,
 
 
 
 
 
down
 
 
 
there?
 
 
 
 
 
 
spooky.
 
 
 
 
 
oh
 
 
 
 
i thought
 
 
 
 
another
 
 
 
problem.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
as soon
 
 
 
as you
 
 
 
touch a
 
 
 
woman she
 
 
 
is fiction.
 
 
 
everything i
 
 
 
am i
 
 
 
have crafted,
 
 
 
hairy
 
 
 
where
 
 
 
i
 
 
 
could’ve
 
 
 
been
 
 
 
soft.

Source: Rattle Poetry

without pretension since 1995

How She Heard It
 
Todd Davis

Your father gathered what was left
after the birth, slick sack of salt
and blood coloring his hands
warm from my body. He couldn’t help 
that it felt the same as when I took him
inside me, drew him out of himself 
to be joined with what we were making. 
At the edge of our small orchard
he settled the plum seedling
he’d started three years before, 
snugged roots in the hole to eat
the placenta. The part of you 
you didn’t need fed the tree, 
and when you turned six, 
you ate from the branches. 
Your small hands clasping the dark 
shiny skin as you bit the saffron flesh, 
juice dribbling at chin, smell as sweet
as the sugar you were born in.

Copyright © 2026 by Todd Davis. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 14, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets. 

Source: How She Heard It by Todd Davis - Poems | Academy of American Poets

Victoria Chang; photograph by Jay L. Clendenin/Los Angeles Times

“I’m interested in writing my way through, around, above, and below my life, as a way to navigate life’s joys, beauties, and sadnesses all at once.”

Source: Community Poetry: An Interview with Victoria Chang