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ISBN-13: | 9780809338146 |
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Publisher: | Southern Illinois University Press |
Publication date: | 03/19/2021 |
Series: | Crab Orchard Series in Poetry |
Edition description: | 1st Edition |
Pages: | 90 |
Sales rank: | 456,217 |
Product dimensions: | 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.40(d) |
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LIKE RAIN My father digs me out of snow with a shovel. With the record player on, or alone in my room I trace the invisible illness growing inside me. You come and then you go like summer rain. You come and then you go. I float hands-free over an altar of knives. You come and then you go like summer rain. You come and then you go. Like rain. Like rain. Like summer rain. I’M A YOUNG COWBOY AND KNOW I’VE DONE WRONGI’m a young cowboy and know I’ve done wrong, my father sang as I emerged from the river.She likes wearing men’s clothes, let her wear them, said my mother, tying his denim shirt around my neck. Under the surface of the water, rocks glimmered like small hearts. Here’s the mountain where we stood in order of height, stars flashing across our faces. What my father could not give my mother she gave to herself. I wanted to be like that; like the lawnmower, commanding respect, a steady echo. Instead I was more like the grass, in love with being severed, and later, with finding those parts of myself that had been buried, thin blades only the fresh spring rain had the power to recover. MONHEGAN Ledged in a memory of being moored, what chafes at the edge of the wharf answers no. Spring tide, neap tide, against-tide, still the kiss is what you current for most. Rum-runner coursing the mouth, scraping bottom, teething at the keel. Come closer, winter is over. This sudden foam, this rush, this third-quarter moon, these are for you and they come only once. How fast. And with how many hulls. AT THE SUNOCO IN WEST VIRGINIA My father is dreamy, forgetful, aloof. But I’ve never actually been left behind before. I walk behind an aisle of Frito Lays and burst into tears. I should’ve eaten the eggs he bought me at the Super 8. I should’ve saved my allowance like he’d said. I should’ve made myself bigger, louder, less forgettable. A female customer has her eyes locked on me as she speaks into her boxy cellphone: Yes, maybe two minutes ago. Looks about ten, barefoot, wearing pink pajamas. It takes about five minutes, but Dad still beats the cops back to the station. His arms are too tan from years on the water, moles dark as moons, and he takes me in them gingerly, as if I am already dead, and because I’ve never heard him cry I whisper,It’s okay, daddy, I’m okay. He smells of unwashed denim and paint thinner. He doesn’t notice the people staring, or the cop car rolling slow motion into the station, or the woman watching our reunion with her hands over her mouth, relief that I am not actually abandoned, although at some point, I will be, we will all be, as she knows, as she too has been abandoned. I am eleven and lucky. No one is yet dead. It will be months before anyone dies. God forgive me, he whispers into my child’s ear, and I realize in this scenario, I am the God to whom he speaks. I could wield my power, but won’t. Mom is across the country. Dad wears a gold chain around his neck. I reach for it. ALEXEI More than once I found him bleeding uncontrollably. Bleeding in his bed, bleeding against the walls. In pain, we were inadequate, though I was quieter, healthier I suppose. Once, I found him shuffling in my tutu, fondling his crotch under the milky tulle. He knew before I did what the world held in store. My brother, little Tsarevitch in women’s clothes. Afternoons, the doctor spoke to him; I was permitted only to watch, rake the sand back and forth in its stupid box. I felt sorry for my father. When you write to your mother, he said, remember to tell her how happy we are.
Table of Contents
Like Rain 1
I'm a Young Cowboy and Know I've Done Wrong 2
Monhegan 3
At the Sunoco in West Virginia 4
Alexei 5
Threnody 6
Driving through Mystic 7
In the Sulfur Baths 11
Tatiana 12
Riding the Bus Back to Oxford 13
Deer in Bright Snow 14
Sub-Zero 15
Dispersal 16
Fawn Lake 17
Frozen Water 18
Summer House 23
From the Faraway, Nearby 24
Manhattan Ave 25
In the Duty-Free Shop 26
The Gallery 27
Epilogue 28
Forest 29
Driving to Speculator 35
Rehab 36
Christmas in Alpharetta 37
Mithridatism 38
Master Bedroom 39
Arrival 43
Grief 45
Winter Sister 46
Dream Elegy 48
Blue Ridge 50
University of Iowa Museum of Natural History 52
Riding the Invisible Horse 55
Blue Angels Air Show 56
Sex Poem 57
Bare Earth 58
At the Base of Mount Beacon 59
New York 60
March 9th, Dusk 63
Floodplain 65
August in the Adirondacks 67
Fly-Over States 68
Forest Horse 69
Eidolon 70
Notes 73
Acknowledgments 75