Wet

Feel it, Lover. The moon moves.

Not much like it was before—

whispers. Creep. Nightmares.

Why words now? Now is not the place.

My timid tongue moves through flesh.

Sorry. Your tides,

pulling me, suppressed flesh into flesh.

I’m terrified of death, of digging into your grave.

Pull— Push— Don’t move.

Or, yes, tremble. That feels appropriate.

My tongue awful amid this night.

Does that make it for you?

It wouldn’t. I’m ripped under riptide covers.

Sorry lover. Covers come. My tongue.

I’m sorry, Lover.

You’re all wet. Drowning

seems possible tonight. Please, don’t die

Let me be the one to—

But no, of course, I don’t,

not through this fleshly night.

The moon moves. —Feel.

Fiona

He kept her.

He placed her.

—even more than she, I am that

He made her.

He named her.

I, at the sea. She, within a day or two

He named her in respect

to her failing affect.

—ebbing more swiftly, probably gone

The impression was more or less

that of a sudden wonder.

The most…

the most whole, somehow.

Not just her stammer and pant,

but the whole of her being.

I, not she, am softly carried, smiling— smiling at an absence of grace

Colors

I worked on my Rubik’s cube. People came in and out of the front door and sometimes the back door. They probably looked at me but I didn’t look at them. I just sat in Dad’s armchair, in the corner of the livingroom, working on my Rubik’s cube.

Mom asked me a question. I remember hearing the slow notes of her voice but I didn’t hear the words. I remember that when she tried to talk to me I almost had the blue side done. Then, when she stopped talking, I screwed it up.

I thought about grocery shopping at Meijer. Mostly, I thought about the camera department. Dad always made me run and grab a pack of Fuji film while he went and picked up the bananas or the chicken or something. He said he was timing me.

People came in and out of the doors and there were no lamps on in the livingroom. They probably worried I was hurting my eyes staring at the Rubik’s cube because there was not much light coming in through the window. I could see their dark suits and dresses out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t look up at their faces.

Jim sat down in the chair across from me. He asked how I was doing. I showed him that I was almost done with the green side and then we were both quiet for a very long time. He stood up and walked away so slowly and he probably went to make himself a drink. I was reminded of the Super Bowl. Dad and he had their annual barbecue in the backyard. I don’t remember anyone ever watching the game but people were always laughing a lot. Sometimes they asked me to sit with them on the porch and I laughed with them. I thought about that for a long time but I stared down at the Rubik’s cube so no one would know I was thinking about anything.

Mom bought me a little black suit special for today but I didn’t want it. I wanted to wear my blue jeans and tee shirt like normal and go and work on the car in the garage. That’s what he would have wanted, I thought. But Mom made me put on that suit. I didn’t know if we would get rid of that car now.

She also told me I was supposed to say something at the church today but I couldn’t think of anything so I just stood up there and everyone looked at me. Afterwards they said it was okay that I didn’t have anything to say but I didn’t want to talk to them so I went and waited in the car. Then we drove home and everyone came along.

I thought about how quiet it was in the church and how it wasn’t quiet anymore now that we were home. I didn’t know what everyone suddenly had to say. I almost had the red side done. Dad used to say, “keep your chin up,” and I wanted to say that to Jim now because he was just staring at his shoes the whole time that he was sitting across from me, but he had stood up and left by the time I remembered to say it so I just mumbled it to myself.

Mom asked what I had said but I didn’t repeat it because she wouldn’t have understood.

When everyone finally left I almost had the yellow side done but all the other sides were jumbled and the Rubik’s cube looked like a mess. I got out of the armchair and set the cube down on the little coffee table. I set it down next to Dad’s old Rubik’s cube with all the sides the right color. I just wanted to make mine look like his.

Tall Woman II[1]

I could only love a dead woman.

In death, women know the extremes of beauty.

·

My love spent thousands of years by the pond

starving, malnourished, withering away.

When I found her she was gaunt and deformed.

Her limbs stretched forever into the pool—

reaching for the final absolution,

bony fingers grabbing for some fresh fish.

Groping for a school no human had yet discovered,

still pure— without chemicals coursing its veins,

she slowly grew weak and weary.

Unable to find such schools—

every fish she plucked, already toxic—

she consumed nothing.

Her breasts fell lopsided.

Her flesh paled to a pasty white.

When I found her, long dead, I loved her.

·

Living women refuse to struggle for their ideals,

for such beautiful inhuman perfection.

I could never love a living woman.

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[1] Throughout the entire writing process of this poem, I was staring at an image of Tall Woman II, the sculpture by Alberto Giacometti. Let that affect your reading as it may.

Mirrored

I would often, oh so often, lay my head softly against your glass back. I would sometimes watch myself still but mostly I tried not to. This is how we were in love. You would sometimes shift, or worse, tremble, in your sleep and I was sure that you would shatter against my stiff cheek. Somehow, you never did and we felt a stronger love. But slowly, throughout the years, you stopped shaking and at first I imagined that was good but eventually I could not deny that it only meant that you were less alive. And when I took the chance, and gazed at myself, I too was gaunt and fragile, obviously dying. But still, we lay together every night and somehow that seemed lifelike. When you died I didn’t feel right telling people that I was shocked, that you seemed so healthy, or that I didn’t see it coming. But, of course, I did say those words and they obligatorily sympathized with me, acting as if they didn’t see your fate mirrored in me as well.