You never asked for protection
from love. Not even a formula
for dealing with my bar-stumble
into the rain—stories about boys
who ground their teeth and smoked,
waiting in a red Cavalier while I sneaked out
back peeling down the wire fence.
This is what I have: the bottle of Heaven Hill
smashed into a foot of rock sugar in our street,
rusty fork from Thanksgiving
when I threw the turkey straight over
the balcony when you said you’d leave—
and the neighbors didn’t say a damn thing
about it, just stepped around the cracked plates
for days. Sometimes I can still feel the heat
of your hand in the dark, my wanton limb
struggling for some inner step,
wishbone broken somewhere underfoot.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
First Two Daily Poems Drafts for April!
Marisol's Tale
In the beginning I was an exhaustion
of split dreams. I was so many women:
the one with the fist of clenched hair,
woman in the shape of a high leather
boot--the one who forgot the Lord's
Prayer. What is is that comes after
I shall not want? I remember straying
in the wilderness before love. I remember
the brightness of it, driving me down
on my knees. How do you get the best of it?
Say no to a man. Learn to be the proud
Virgin-Mary rising on her leaven.
On the sixth day, I refused heaven.
All my words a spite of black clouds.
In the beginning I was an exhaustion
of split dreams. I was so many women:
the one with the fist of clenched hair,
woman in the shape of a high leather
boot--the one who forgot the Lord's
Prayer. What is is that comes after
I shall not want? I remember straying
in the wilderness before love. I remember
the brightness of it, driving me down
on my knees. How do you get the best of it?
Say no to a man. Learn to be the proud
Virgin-Mary rising on her leaven.
On the sixth day, I refused heaven.
All my words a spite of black clouds.
Donestre
Cento
Twilight
is not good for maidens
Out
of this dust they are coming delicate
as
grasshoppers a light gathering
in
the skull
Crying
is a habit with me being able
to
eat and incorporate beauty like this
heaven / bad music
Myself
anyhow maybe as old
as
the universe
I remember “remember” means
to
put the arms and legs
back
on and sometimes
the
head.