We sometimes found fossils in our garden—
shells shot out between the blades of the roto-tiller
white exclamations of something ancient and maybe sacred,
all that used to fill this air.
What wonderful nightmares swam
somewhere between the garden and the sky.

Amanda Hempel was born in Stockholm, Sweden, and grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she currently lives and works for a closed-captioning company. Her poetry is forthcoming in, amongst other places, The Literary Review, Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal, Red River Review, The Mochila Review, RE:AL, and Stepping Stones Magazine. She received her MFA from Fairleigh Dickinson University.