And I Picked It Up and Held It
I am watching Hoarders because I understand
some of the impulse I think there is a betrayal
in abandoning a thing I once bought a used book I was afraid
to open because I could feel its commitment
to the other woman When I was a child I wanted
to have a superpower that would let me touch
an object and see all the other people who had touched it
before How could anything come into the world
without bearing countless sets of fingerprints
Without leaving countless pieces of itself behind
in other rooms or other worlds A boy I tutor
tells me that after filming Titanic James Cameron
did not know what to do with the boat So he
abandoned the thing in the Gulf of Mexico
where it quickly became overrun with seals The transition
was organic Seals drifting through the dining room
Seals following each other down the grand staircase Seals
turning perhaps on an upper deck at the sound of something
confused and lonely just out of sight There is one seal
who now believes himself an architect Which part
of my body is the fingerprint Hold it up to the light for me
so I can keep it out of the water Keep it away from the ink
Until
It’s not as though the cows were interested
in coming home. We had promised each other, for
so many years, that we would take turns
& it would be all right. The mountains on the horizon
were not going anywhere. As I was typing it, I thought
it was the cows come home to roost, but of course
that’s not it at all. Grass is plentiful & the spotted animals
with their velvet eyes could stay out in it until the autumn
comes down hard & brown around them. We had
promised each other time & we meant it. It’s just that
we didn’t think about the way the climbing tires out
your limbs. The way the trees around you really are on
fire. The way the cows in the distance low & low & the
rising smoke drifts up to shroud the moon & you turn to him
& tell him look, son, there’s the thing of beauty we’ve been
telling you about, & it’s there, all right, impossibly
glowing amidst all the crumbling hills, impossibly
waiting its turn.
selections from Elegant Geometric Apocalypse
we may perform monstrous
rules we may hold on
to necessary flight
when walter pater parted
from his lover certainly
our atoms charted
the space between them
the strange and
lovely problem of
bodies falling from these
numberless windows
certainly his lover
passing into our cells
at night
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i believe in the promised
largeness i believe
we are left with a line
of meaning
nevertheless the
enigmatic fly
spends most of its
life with no clear
thematic truth in
alarming pain now an
elegant geometric
apocalypse approaches
even pythagoras suits up
to play
______________
dinosaurs occurring one
after another like
beads on a necklace
strung in terror the
gap between the titular
hero and the unraveling
of fluids if you find
yourself in the
mythical late 80s/early
90s laughter seems
appropriate
the accident of the
globe is the history of
butterflies
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zoom in: burning birds
set beautifully in
motion spiraling
into poetry’s trap
the city stayed in its
tent and wrote poems
for 1600 years the city
was consciously
artistic operating outside
the plot
zoom in again: nothing
resembles light
except a sonnet on fire
(mistaken for a bird)