@DorotheaLasky – Vandal Poem of the Day

by Dorothea Lasky

Hear hear what my physical body knows

Is wise

Is wisdom

What garments cover this body

That knows a turn of course like a thought

What voice brings the discontent

Of blood and vein

Yes

Yes what blood brings about this question

Is it blood in my brain that makes the knowledge that overtakes me

What unearthly piece hooks into another

Oh I thought I was one thing

I was another

O I thought I was alive

I wasn’t

I thought you heard a living thing

You heard nothing

But your own voice whispering

Into a belly cave

That is no longer here

No it is no longer here or anywhere

from Poetry Northwest 06.1 Spring & Summer 2011More by Dorothea Lasky from the library

by Dorothea Lasky

A woman in all red walks past me with her two white dogs in red sweaters

I walk past in all blue with a black dog

I cannot get away from the idea that time is not linear

And that emotion makes us reach a moment where it happens all at once

But not a moment

My love says this knowledge of mine is the most basic: a given

Something we are left with

He will never lose anyone the way I have

He will never lose me until I am dead

You and I, my reader, we exist in a timeless way

Always in space and time together

I do not touch you

But I write these words to you

Out of love, or hate, or both

What grand a feeling I feel for you

And yet it is very small

In the utter blackness

Or blankness

Where an all-emotional head

Lifts two eyes with a dark heart

I am not sure if it is this head, or you,

Who speaks to me

I know I am lost forever, floating

Forever fragmented

And that this either brings me comfort or despair, or both

Because I know that you and I will never be together

Such a vast and endless sense of nothingness

For this alone, I speak

from Poetry Northwest 06.1 Spring & Summer 2011More by Dorothea Lasky from the library

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What My Body Knows

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