Jul/Aug 2006 Poetry Special Feature |
For Sale
door chains slip away / his handshake is cold
the threshold tells me I will not buy this house
despite its restless beautyenormous rooms threatened
by the expression in his frigid eyes offer courteous assembly
I fain interest in fresh paint / stainless carpetmarble mosaic climbs up bathroom walls
looking for escape
bay windows push me asideunable to explain—I tiptoe on clammy feet
hear snatches of distressed conversations
a cat's meow—feel its body against my leg
without looking down
I know there is just awkward emptinessthe ghosts of cats & people
hoax these hollow dimensions
into placid presentationpristine hallways stretch past discussion
there is thirst for conversation but little to say
the owner senses my intentat the exact moment of exit... I swallow a scream
Roadside rest area Highway 32
trussed between the Thackaringa Hills & sundown
beneath a basic tin-roofed shelter
in the hoax of cool shade
flies swarm in a sticky halo
thirst belches on a desert heatwaveshattered beer bottles
disperse into every landscape
submerge their function
in arid isolationjagged edges catch the setting sun
transient amber
vibrates
with every passing truckshards settle in a crazed mosaic
ants wobble to navigate
drunk on the scent
of yesterday's yeasty residueabandoned
severed from whole
time & dust will bury the mutilation
a courteous smothering—glass ashes in a stony tomb
Thackaringa is a rugged stony range 40 kilometres west of Broken Hill in the Australian outback.