When you’re a female tourist walking alone, how their tongues drip with honey. Unbelievable when no man ever tells you you’re beautiful at home.
Quantum, Kim Addonizio
You know how hard it is sometimes just to walk on the streets downtown, how everything enters you the way the scientists describe it—photons streaming through bodies, caroming off the air, the impenetrable brick of buildings an illusion—sometimes you can feel how porous you are, how permeable, and the man lurching in circles on the sidewalk, cutting the space around him with a tin can and saying...
The Sciences Sing a Lullaby, Albert Goldbarth
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes nonstop from mitosis to now. Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance inside themselves without you. Go to sleep. Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch by inch America is giving itself to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch. You aren’t...
V.R. Lang, Frank O'Hara
You are so serious, as if a glacier spoke in your ear or you had to walk through the great gate of Kiev to get to the living room. I worry about this because I love you. As if it weren’t grotesque enough that we live in hydrogen and breathe like atomizers, you have to think I’m a great architect! and you float regally by on your incessant escalator, calm, a jungle queen. Thinking it a steam...
Traveling In Winter
nightmarebrunette: My boyfriend says I’m not trustworthy because I have so many names. I can’t conceive of living without. I can’t see why it makes me dishonest, although I was having tea with a client/friend recently and I said I wondered how much the internet will spur the fragmentation of our personalities. It seems to me the worthier mission is to live like who you are all the time,...
To the Tyrants of the World | Abu al-Qasim...
writeaction: Hey you, the unfair tyrants… You the lovers of the darkness… You the enemies of life… You’ve made fun of innocent people’s wounds; and your palm covered with their blood You kept walking while you were deforming the charm of existence and growing seeds of sadness in their land Wait, don’t let the spring, the clearness of the sky and the shine of the morning light fool you… ...
Temptation, Nina Cassian
Call yourself alive? Look, I promise you that for the first time you’ll feel your pores opening like fish mouths, and you’ll actually be able to hear your blood surging though all those lanes, and you’ll feel light gliding across the cornea like the train of a dress. For the first time you’ll be aware of gravity like a thorn in your heel, and your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings. Call...
Of course the person carrying a packed-at-the-last minute keffiyeh and the latest issue of Overland Journal got tested for explosives at airport. That person was me, and the man wearing a Motörhead t-shirt. (Less than 24 hours until I see my little sister for the first time in a year!)