What Have You Been Living With
With moths who have flattened themselves
against the door, and flutter out in front of you,
entering your home before you.
With termites, manufacturers of holes.
Cracked window. Faucet that cannot stop
entirely. Shifty bookshelf.
With hair treated like a calendar, growing
and growing to mark some event or ending.
Minor cavities. Mild vertigo.
With noise inside of you. Or quietness.
Images you can’t wrap your voice around.
Static-edged transmissions.
With untriggered ailments. Your own
digestion of time. The hours you are making
and storing. A silo. A stream.
Wonderful images in this poem, Hannah. The idea of hair "treated like a calendar, growing/ and growing" is marvelous.
ReplyDeleteSo the poem and the art made me give an involuntary OOOOO.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem a lot. It's an original idea imaginatively realized.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh...I love this,,,I have been living with much of what you listed! Merry Christmas Hannah. xx
ReplyDeleteI love the description of the hair here!
ReplyDeleteHannah, I enjoy the straight forward approach of this entry very much.
ReplyDeleteIll-assorted ephemera and events plus silo and stream. So right.
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot, Hannah. Fourth stanza is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteso beautiful. thanks. :)
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