Friday, February 1, 2013
WE ARE SMALL AND SO WE THINK SMALL
A puncture in the sun’s eyelid,
one ice pick at a time. A blister
on each of our enemies’ heels.
A new ulcer we may
or may not have requested.
We create small, affordable paradises
that crumble and shift
into mousetraps, mazes,
cameras in the rafters.
All day long, sharpening the right tools,
signing the right forms, waiting cold
in the proper hallways, while
everyone else billows
their impossibly white sails.
For once, I should try something different:
light a candle, wear a dress,
crack open the windows. Stop staring
down the road. Counterfeit
shadows. The bears won’t come.
A fistful of press releases
patch the holes in the sun.
Enough with the suicide notes,
the pre-nups, the warranties.
Bring us the glockenspiels
I'll throw the curtain wide,
zip up this ball gown,
blow out this match.
A friend of a friend is having an affair
with the next door neighbour.
He has a pool. She says
she’s bored. She is often ill
and no one knows why.
Jennifer LoveGrove is the author of poetry collections The Dagger Between Her Teeth and I Should Never Have Fired the Sentinel, and is at work on a new manuscript of poetry. Her debut novel, Watch How We Walk, is forthcoming in 2013. She is currently accepting submissions for a new issue of her literary zine dig. Visit her at jenniferlovegrove.com.
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yes. excellent. Ending plus glock and pepper. As also in Ryga, No.5/12 - thank you.ReplyDelete
Wonderful imagery and a voice that whispers the secret world around us that we abandon for other lofty goals we are too often disappointed with. Much easier and harsher to read your poetic insights of just what it is to be alive. Thank you for the nudge.ReplyDelete