Your Fear Itself of Death Removes the Fear
- Your Fear Itself of Death Removes the Fear
Out here, there’s the insurance manexplaining his self-qualifyingtreaty, the one he has with his historyof violence, and probably mine,or any white man, any that lovesor hates the agent, or anything,as nothing does or doesn’t,it’s already written into the policy.Maybe it does nothing until it does,if we’d know the differencebetween destruction and anythingelse, walking around in bootsoverflowing with land we walkunder. A man at the gas stationwas telling a lie I overheardabout paying his dues to love,about getting redeemed. His voicereminded me of a pistol handedto me as a boy I was told to aimaway, to aim anywhere else.I’d imagine today does it the same. [End Page 81]
Andrew Nance is currently a Marion L. Brittain Postdoctoral Fellow at the Georgia Institute of Technology. He received an MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and a PhD from the University of Georgia. His poems have appeared in Colorado Review, Guernica, Gulf Coast, Los Angeles Review of Books Quarterly Journal, Narrative, OmniVerse, Prelude, The Literary Review, Sporklet, The Volta, The Winter Anthology, and elsewhere. He has taught at the University of Iowa, Victoria University (New Zealand), Kirkwood Community College, the University of Georgia, and Montana State University.
