constellations #35: not even a boat
Hi again.
This weekend Matt and I took all our books off our bookshelves and separated them into groups so we could put them into boxes. Among the poetry stack I found Snowflake / different streets by Eileen Myles: two books combined into one, in a tête-bêche format, which is a word I just learned, meaning that the second (half of the) book is printed upside-down relative to the first (half of the) book.
Anyway right at that halfway point in the book there was a postcard of California Redwoods, from the national park, which I visited in July 2014; I must have bought the book at Powell’s in Portland, read some of it in the van, bought the postcard the next day, and then never mailed it or returned to the book. (Maybe you want the postcard? Let me know.)
Anyway here’s a couple poems from that book.
Computer
I’m not even a boat
I’m where a boat
crashed.
I put my impossible
body in your hands
is this a pen
to the mountains
When I look out
at you
how absurd to think
of Diet Coke
killing me
I’m flying through
the air
and there you are
white and dangerous
who’s kidding who
That’s all for now. See you soon.
xo,
M