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Will to Blog Apparently Rising

March 26, 2009


All this brief bus ride I have been writing
two poems in my head: One a screed against
our fame-drunk nation—I feel sorry
that Natasha died, but she is no more
than anyone; she is not some blonde god—
and the other a thing addressed to You,
and the semi-sexual sound you make—
mmff—when I put my hands on your hips
and you sling your slim arms around my neck,
clinging like a baby animal to its mother.


This morning I was whistling in the mirror and noticed
how, though the sound changed dramatically—slid up and down, filliped
over the notes—my lips, poised in an “O,” did not move one bit.
I thought of how much my tongue was flipping and flicking inside
the dark, small cavern of my mouth while I whistled,
how it’s like the unseen flopping of thoughts behind placid faces
waiting on the early-morning subway. And on the subway, the read-out
that shows the next stop and the current time was scrambled, a chaos
of red, green, and yellow LED lights as we crossed over the bridge.

And then at work I found out that a man
I emailed with and interviewed two weeks ago
had been killed in a car crash, at 57. He was nice to speak to,
had a good email manner, and seemed like a friendly sort.
If I emailed him again
there would no longer be anyone at the other end.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. scram. permalink
    March 31, 2009 3:19 pm

    Yes! Come on up for the rising.

  2. scram. permalink
    March 31, 2009 5:49 pm

    The “unseen flopping of thoughts” bit reminds me of Virginia Woolf’s essay “A Room of One’s Own,” insomuch as she compares a thought to a fish. GOOD.

    Also, “behind placid faces” brings to mind Melville’s “pasteboard masks” in M. Dick. GOOD.

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