She kept the television on all day,
all night, the first year she lived
alone, without husband
or father. It glowed in its own
room, where she rarely visited.
She never really listened to it talk
to itself, repeating the news
of its day. She only needed
to know it was there, carrying on,
another voice in her otherwise
That was then. She’s learned to love
the darkness, or at least not
to mind the setting of sun, and can
do without the flickering screen. She’s
learned to navigate by touch. Still,
the voices she can’t do without:
crawling into this wide bed, she listens
to the team and lulls herself to sleep
with the comfort of the roaring crowd.
Anne Britting Oleson has been published in such journals as Valparaiso Poetry Review, The Cafe Review, Cimarron Review and many others. Her chapbook, The Church of St. Materiana, was recently published by Moon Pie Press. Anne graduated in 2005 from the University of Southern Maine’s Stonecoast MFA program, where she met up with the four marvelous writers with whom she founded Simply Not Done, a women's reading, writing and teaching collective.