Care of Hardwood Floors
Liz N. Clift
The gouges / in the floor will become your scars, even as you erase / the life you had together. The floor is your map.
The gouges / in the floor will become your scars, even as you erase / the life you had together. The floor is your map.
Sound for Fishes
Swim with a rock clutched between your teeth, apple-like. Have a friend do the same. Bang your rock against his rock. It will look like bad CPR. Sound is loudest
Anything worth saying can be rendered / as an aphorism, might itself be an aphorism, / just so you know My phrase of the moment / is radiant action...
George Strait’s in this poem now, he’s meddling
with everything. He’s reading words
with the wrong inflections, making me older
than I know how to be. He wants Texas in here;
[defend
Remember being mammalian in the friar patch?
Remember your best reserve for slattern hells?
Remember being mammalian?
This gizmo stuck in my fuss like a picnic,
I turned my head so fast / I mistook the moon / for a firework / and then I wanted // to bark too...
& I am in this seat / doing the yeoman’s work / of relocating, of settling / for Florida’s budburst protocol // when I’d rather be on my back / in Arkansas or Illinois, Alabama...
All the money is wet & gummy / underneath the brightest pink trees. / They fade to breast cancer color when it rains.
to the right of my heart a button °
if you see the button press deeply into me
I am shining brilliantly on my way down the stairs
in 1984 I thought everything existed as light
in
Suddenly I want to be the one to leave a party.
Maybe life imitates art after all.
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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