It is myself,
not the poor beast lying there
yelping, with pain
that brings me to myself with a start-
as at the explosion
of a bomb. A bomb that has laid
all the world a waste.
I can do nothing
but sing about it.
& So I am assuaged
from my pain.
A drowsy numbness drowns my sense
as if of hemlock
I had drunk. I think
of the poetry
of René Char
& all he must have seen
that has brought him to speak only of
of daffodils & tulips
whose roots they water,
Even to the free-flowing river
that laves the rootlets
of those sweet-scented flowers
that people the
I remember Norma
Our English Setter of my childhood
her silky ears
& expressive eyes.
She had a litter of pups one night
in our pantry & I kicked
one of them
thinking, in my alarm
were trying to bite her breasts
to destroy her.
I remember also
a dead rabbit
on the outspread palm
of a hunter’s hand.
As I stood by
he took a hunting knife
& with a laugh
up into the animal’s private parts.
I almost fainted.
Why should I think of that now?
The cries of a dying dog
are to be blotted out
as best I can.
you are a poet who believes
in the power of beauty
to right all wrongs.
I believe it also.
With invention & courage
We shall surpass
The pitiful dumb beasts,
Let all men believe it,
As you have taught me also
to believe it.
So here I am drinking in the morning
Because I’m convinced I made a grave mistake
By believing in you so strongly
And wouldn’t you know it
I have a wedding to attend
“What do you think your life would look like 5 years from now without me in it?”
“Oh, horrible. Sad and lonely. I’d have nothing to live for. You?”
“I guess I’d go to Abu Dhabi, the richest city in the world, make more money than I’ve ever made before and probably end up marrying a sultan or something.”
He says, “Hey, area behind the oven
Are you a library book?
Because I want to check you out!”
And I can’t stop laughing
It is not nice to be sought out
By a little dog from behind
When one is plugging up the walls
Setting humane traps out
And wondering how large
The mice infestation has become
My boyfriend screamed from the bathroom
And bcause I was mad at him I called what is it
Without leaving the room I was in
“I just found a huge white mouse!”
“Oh God, no, no-where is it?”
“Its still here, I’m holding it
It’s big and white and has butterscotch markings”
And then he set my dog on my lap
That’s when I decided to stop being so mad
We started this project together
Of filling every hole in the heating system
Of this shitty, old apartment
With steel wool
Spraying peppermint scents
And setting out little plastic cylinders
With peanut butter inside and a trap door
For the mice who have set up camp
My dog is not a mouser, in fact
I think he has made friends with them
And helps them accomplish
Their various nighttime missions
My boyfriends a mouser
But I broke up with him this morning
So what was I supposed to do
When I saw the first mouse
Pacing in his cylinder
With two handfuls of peanut butter?
It was kind of cute
But I didn’t want to touch it
So i called on my ex the way
A single mother calls her ex husband
And I love him I love him I love him I love him