This Pose Can be Held for Only so Long--Caroline
Some statues go missing
pieces at a time and
we are left with imagined limbs.
I will not apologize
for your toothbrush left
next to mine, or for using it.
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Hear - Stephanie
Now the quiet grows in the shape of people. The touch goes unappreciated. The touched leaves with out exchanging good-byes. Here: the absence of scent. Maybe flowers, maybe dirt. The city dulled my senses, but a bird lifts, becomes a dot, and I notice. A dog runs free. His ears move as if to join the bird. Now the bird is gone but the dog remains. There is winter and then spring. The mourner becomes the mourned. Here: I carve a picture of your back into the backs of trees.
The Days Leading to It - Stephanie
Wednesday
1. A tile sticks to my foot and comes loose.
2. An escape. Sit ear to ear, pressed.
3. The kitchen smells like bacon. Again? Yes, again.
4. A hole in the blanket. Still more feathers in the morning.
5. A hole being dug in the yard.
6. The heat anticipates rain. The rain never comes.
7. I peel an orange with a plastic spoon.
8. From the roof: Manhattan.
9. From all sides the world appears to be turning.
10. The sun disappears behind trees and sets.
Thursday
1. A moth caught between the shower curtain and the liner. Fluttering.
2. The morning finds the woman worse than the night before.
3. The sloppy sandwich. Jam spills and stains.
4. We sit ear to ear and press.
5. The ear. A seashell. Silence. Twenty fingers all together.
6. The taste of metal on my tongue.
7. A language I don’t speak.
8. The clouds refusing to part.
9. Soon the waves will stop reaching so high. Retreat.
10. The sound of the wind today is new.
Friday
1. The wrong train at the station, again.
2. A lull. Blueberry donuts.
3. How strange it is that she existed before I knew her.
4. Suddenly, Christmas lights.
5. Then the skyscraper shuts off its glow.
6. Yes, things have changed.
7. Absence: there’s a gap in my teeth and I tongue it.
8. The ladybug on the ceiling has no spots.
9. Shuffling, polished shoes. Quiet footsteps. A maple casket.
10. We are very tiny gods.
Precipitation and a Man Can Fall from Any Angle and Land - Caroline
Mine were the first footsteps in the snow. Your stone legs bent, your hands on waist. There was no head, only your body climbing out of the frame. Like the view, memory cuts out and is a little leaning to the left. Somewhere in the world it is summer, spoke through bare tree branches. Somewhere in the world it is night and somewhere—
As a species we have little instinct left. Feel the ground through tremble lips. Watch with your ears, hear from which direction a train is coming.
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