Jona Colson

They say when a spirit enters
a room, you feel a chill or shiver,

but I felt flushed and swayed
like new rain. What moved

in the corner was a shadow
of uncles—a drift of grandmothers.

The wind brings what it will.
A thumb pressing into my back,

but not the whole hand.
For a second, it was real—

whatever I wanted was there,
quivering in the dark.

Jona Colson's poetry collection,Said Through Glass, won the 2018 Jean Feldman Poetry Prize from the Washington Writers' Publishing House. He is also the co-editor of This Is What America Looks Like: Poetry and Fiction from D.C., Maryland, and Virginia (2021). His poems have appeared in Ploughshares, The Southern Review, The Massachusetts Review, and elsewhere. His translations and interviews can be found in Prairie Schooner, Tupelo Quarterly, and The Writer's Chronicle. He has received fellowships from the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts and the DC Commission on the Arts and Humanities. He is an associate professor of ESL at Montgomery College and lives in the Washington, DC area.

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