It is 2014
but no one
can believe it
when said that way.
It should be more
how the orchestra
drops to the blade
of a single violin
in those concertos
that double as ribs.
I swallowed
a dragonfly
& I don’t know
what comes next,
though I trust
how we’re together,
fixing the cold
into surprised lines.
I love you
for this fox skull
in our brains,
this forensic theater
of searching
& testimony
& though there is
an end to sensation,
to the time
it takes to hold
another person
in our person,
to keep the cold
from becoming,
we write these poems
to break
these teeth.
I’d give my dumb heart
for a good poem today,
one of those spring-loaded
lines of yours
that keeps the cold
merely cold.
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Is the title an Alanis Morissette reference? Either way, I love it.
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07/13/15 1:36am
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