constellations #47: zapped
Hi again.
I hope you are having a nice week. Due to a combination of factors, I have found myself a little creatively zapped this week, but I am still thinking of you, so here: a lovely June Jordan poem and a painting by Agnes Martin called “Stars” (appropriate for this newsletter called “constellations,” I guess!) and that’s it. I hope you are doing well, and may we all feel refreshed next time we meet.
xo,
M
Poem For Haruko
I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain
or happiness
like candles lighting the entire soft lace
of the air
around the full length of your hair/a shower
organized by God
in brown and auburn
undulations luminous like particles
of flame
But now I do
retrieve an afternoon of apricots
and water interspersed with cigarettes
and sand and rocks
we walked across:
How easily you held
my hand
beside the low tide
of the world
Now I do
relive an evening of retreat
a bridge I left behind
where all the solid heat
of lust and tender trembling
lay as cruel and as kind
as passion spins its infinite
tergiversations in between the bitter
and the sweet
Alone and longing for you
now I do
