Sunday, April 08, 2018

Dear Poetry, a list of reasons...

Dear Poetry,

1:   inside of   (say ear
                                (say dream
                                        (say, insert pronoun, we digress

2:  fingers slipped, the poet reads a poem about war & insects   
                        (drones a diagram of how we arrived:   once i was alone
    you, outside time                         appear (how ghosts continue

3: sound edges, a fingerprint identifies,                               (of what handled
            touch in place of genocide, touch in place of where the bullet carved

4: clearly not, the treble of sound, or images rising in a throat of huddled, we secret, unsaid pressure of caught      (and to not fly, or this not skied vision, i have no idea if that’s the way it works, you reveal) 

5: once i made a promise. it went like this: i won’t kill myself until i have seen every Bergman film  

6: your thumb is never fair in the language of undoing how sure i am.

7. in your story, the woman fades. it’s not clear which of us is her. we both want and fear permanence and so, we are clearly both him, the artist painting desire into folds,       looping eyes on  (& here we churn waters deep enough

8.                                              (press into me where we mimic           your grasp shutters

9: i’ve been in this story so long, i think i am the poet, am the girl, am the one held, am the one trying to disappear, am the other pushed aside, am inside you whispering, can you hear                (i am the instrument with the mark of
                                    –you, transparent quartz

10: duality of poem’s staccato & squeezing the tip of my finger between your own
                                    (i hear what those around us secret but
                                                  w/ you           i am afraid   of what holds 

11: and the seven angels who had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound

12: puncture wounds caress along inseams of doubt         (touch the string softly 
                                                                                                                i stop moving


13: un/sound  :: dark eros links form, you warm against & don’t lie, i can pocket anything unnoticed, even sing memory into being, even sing a discarded collapse into light


love still, 

Megan 

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