Apr/May 2018 What Is Looming |
Found: in ABQ – studio art jewelry by Jessica deGruyter
What Is Looming
Sometimes I think life is designed / delay / until I am
squeezed into the bite that stings / grounded by my son's returningswing against my chest / returning my gaze from a jetliner stitching
clouds to the pendulum of him singing / Higher / indelays / or my heart neglecting a beat / bringing
my thumb and index to the beat inside my throat / my faked reliefexhaled against a mirror / or my cellphone's text tone called Aurora /
lighting the message of my grandmother's deathin the snow-covered Legacy a friend drove
to trivia / I think / my grandmother's maple casket nicer than anythingshe'd ever had / her expression blank to my embarrassment for arriving
in the limo she reserved in the 80s for this daypost-millennium / She seems alive still / is
in bacteria / maybe wind / I was thinking when her kid brother clenchedmy shoulder and said / I'm here with you / as if to mean / for now / as if
to prove it / He died soon after she did / afterfifty years of driving a semi North to South / Harley
in retirement / hogging the same route / bike later parked / coolingin maple shade behind his sister's funeral / radiator ticking / The blanket
she knitted while sick feels made from the same cloudwisps that fill stuffed animals and lies
on my son's bed / He calls it My Holey One / He sleeps all under it /breathing through the holes / Sometimes I think she is present in invisible
skin cells that powder his cheeks / making himsneeze / my bless you meaningless / or necessary /
my wish a limousine whispering the switchbacks / static on the radio /windows down so the wind is Tender Shepherd / I don't mean to / delay /
what I've been getting at / I am sounding it out /coughing up bits of torn cloud that float
about my house / Slap / kiss / pinch / piss / and other onomatopoeiaget closer to the deep oomph of blood I try to pin with thumb and index /
I'm looking for the missed way in / For instance /the night a friend palmed a latched box
carved with runes / Under the lid / suspended / a mussel shell foldedopen / like wings / insides creamy blue / like two finger paintings of dusk
fog or seafloor brine / beating when I tuggeda thread / Scooped of life / the mechanical angel
toy angered me / betokened a need to rescue my friend from the friendwho gave the gift / For instance / a friend argued the sudden violence
of my characters / delayed / what is human / poppedhim out of my story / In the meantime students sang
ironic nursery rhymes outside / proving my amber hunch that autumnis the soundtrack of reruns / Listening / I knew I'd be Dad next time
the season for such songs came / watching a beingpart-me sleep under everything that happened before
s/he was imagined / Finally / the first time I drank too much / I pretendedto be much drunker / wandered from the Halloween bash my friend threw
at his parentless home to the ghostfarm across the mute two lanes of Declaration
Road / sat butterfly under a lightning-struck / dead / maple to see the funshadows in amber glass drain / Lucifer mask draped behind my head /
looking back at Venus / Friends pricked the mosquito loom /pinched my fibers from the morning / singing
my name in synchronized / delays / I remember thinking how endingsoften begin that way / suspended / remember wanting to return / I think /
but I stayed / I bit my lips to stinging / I licked the sting.