Monday, April 20, 2009

Prayers, Portraits, Post-Its (12)

“We will pray for you”

It is the hush of the voice, that mindful
dip, matching the psalm of the fan while you made
your confession, its soft measured slap
keeping your raw noise to lawful shape,
that, more than the five bare words, shocks you awake–
Look up:
mercy should shatter no less than sin:
take in with battered gaze this calm pale face,
its straight brown hair, brown eyes, firm delicate chin–
All about you rears this giant breathing
space, exhaling like an animal,
the poise and bend of its far bricks and wood
return you to all those way stations
you entered and filled. You were their heart:
beating with every second to arrive and depart.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Prayers, Portraits, Post-Its (11)

Small Orange Meal

2 raw carrots, washed & scraped
1 navel orange
a bowl of almonds & dried apricots
3 shots tequila

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Prayers, Portraits, Post-Its (10)

“I have gained a strange disease”

On lilac-coloured paper
that has dried and tears crisply–
who were you that wrote these lines?

Where do you make your home now, and with whom?