30 April 2011

A little poem

A little prose poem I wrote -- it's a draft so it's quite incomplete, but I'd love feedback!


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W a t e r m a r k s, o r o t h e r w a y s o f s a y i n g t h i n g s



How she bends is a wonder. I like when she gets me from school in the dark green silk slip and I say she’s a dancer. And she says, little lark. Which is another way of saying love.


The bathroom’s wound up in color -- so so blue. Sometimes I stare in the mirror for hours -- pull it from the wall so it points at the other one. My reflection is

m a g n i f i e d a million times, each frame uncannier than the last, an auditorium of a million mes. The bathroom makes my skin all blue.


But I can leave and somehow I go on, just one. I continue in my unblue skin.


Once a flash flood -- and the round yard swelled from a hill to a stream. And I climbed into the cool blue bathroom shower and spun in circles and when she found me -- ah, there you are -- I said, I’m a tornado. And once there was an ice storm -- but otherwise it’s very normal here.


No funny stuff.


She is all skin and all of that organ is wound up in color -- it is so so freckled, I think. She calls them moles and I think moles are things that hide in the ground. And when she picks me up, she doesn’t wear the slip now, but a cape and it’s black and wool and a pool of oil. Cancer is a two syllable word in which the c makes two different sounds and it is a snake that strikes twice and it is another word for goodbye.


She has me listen to seashells she keeps in her closet and the size of the crevasse swallows my ear and I think, if they were mine I’d put them in a blue bowl and I’d keep them out for everyone to see their skins, polished to the palest pink.

3 comments:

  1. "is a two syllable word in which the c makes two different sounds and it is a snake that strikes twice and it is another word for goodbye."
    Very powerful. <3

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