silos of dusk

haven’t blogged in a blogillion years!

or, i mean, since the beginning of this year.

since january 1st.

& tonight, this late november night, i just want to share 2 short poems.

1 ::

from Allison Titus’s Sum of Every Lost Ship

Motel

Aspirin, radiator, one week for a modest rate.
Thin drawers, thin shower, local calls only
phone. Your funeral jacket. My handmade lace.
We have a confederacy of meanwhile,
tender by tender. Evidence of how we were
faithful won’t valentine the century so rived.
So fevered, so inconsolable with mistake. Silos
of dusk marry and marry the room.

*

2 ::

from The Slowdown podcast, a poem by Mary Ruefle, selected & discussed by Ada Limón

Tangerine Peel

What did the little tangerine do
to deserve to die like this?
I am a scalp of myself, skinned
by my own thoughts. Ah poetry,
god of molting turkeys, save
my brother from the truck, save
my mother from the fire, save
my sisters and fathers from the
dust of their own homes,
save their children from drowning
in love, save my friends from
going through the ice, save
all animals from starvation, and
those who have gone rogue, save
them too, strangers everywhere,
try to save them, my husband
and puppy. Ah little tangerine,
by all implications of the dictionary
you do not deserve to die.
Forgive me.

*

p.s. also obsessed with these ending lines from Allison Titus’s “Instructions From the Narwhal” (i. How to harvest ice)—

…I left a message
on your phone. I said

The tiny shipwreck in your voice invented me.