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Apr/May 2001 ē Poetry

Two Poems

by Julie Nondorf


 

7:00 A.M. on Jefferson St.

Amazed
at the shadow
as a trailing
tire tracks past
bushes bearing
their poison fruit
in the bright sunlight.
What kills a kitten
behind the rotting
walls in the garden
shed? I saw
sunlight shafts
in bicycle spokes
and the quiet,
tickly grasses
which grow
in the lines
of a cracked
and bleeding sidewalk.
Silent is the neighborhood
where a river hushes
through the sharp
and slimy rocks.
The moss grows and waves
Its shiny hair, Hello!
My arms
Too thin
And pale-like.

 

Three Ways to Die

There are ways to die
that are unbloody.
Ways that donít leave bloated
corpses floating on the face
of a glistening lake
on a calm summer morning,
or stuffed in the dumpster
behind the Laundromat:

deaths inside that roil
and snake, ripping
all the pain from the inside
out like a pregnancy gone bad;
deaths that can be worn
across the faceóa gladmask;

deaths that burn
in the seat of the pants
like so many spankings
after a bloody nose
that you didnít give;

deaths that form
slowly by silence:
a hard cancer gnawing
at the core of the futureó
an unbloom curling
from blue to black.

 

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