Academic journal article Parnassus : Poetry in Review

To Cross between Two Rooms

Academic journal article Parnassus : Poetry in Review

To Cross between Two Rooms

Article excerpt

The seethe of a tribe of ants:

consider their turmoil, one interlaced with another

just at the instant that a raindrop falls

from a sky shaped like a kettle set aboil.

A buried cricket strains to lift its head

to the world

but the spiders in the walls

transform themselves into dark dumps

that resemble the image of my lungs

irradiated from years of smoking.

By testing out new avenues to slaughter,

the weekend begins;

by putting limits to the fates of hundreds of creatures,

the sole living being in the house discovers his will

and locks the windows shut.

The scrawny woman is dead.

In the house her footsteps made a certain noise

since she was obliged to ding to the furniture

to cross between two rooms.

While she was waiting for you

the sound of her breathing would bum the walls.

I think that your kitchen is heading for ruin

and that the mouse, puffed up with self-regard,

crosses in front of you brazenly now.

I suspect everything.

You sit now in the comer

without the familiar smells of her daily meal

and after a while you put her head

where you'd never expect to put it

-on your knees. …

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