Ambler is an eighteen-year-old community college student. She writes
poetry mostly at night, and especially after midnight. She enjoys
being the last person awake in her neighborhood in Worcester, MA.
Her voice is most clearly heard when nobody is there to hear it.
Although she plans on becoming a math teacher, it is only because
she wants to keep writing as a hobby. She doesn't want to get tired
of writing, and she doesn't want to have to cater her words to conform
with what the world thinks is good.
Where Poetry Comes From
palm spread on dirty glass and
reaching for the other side—
for the poem
poems don't walk
don't swim through glass
they drip like sweat from frozen fingers
says, take words
braid them; make a rope;
call it poetry
aren't meant for