Written by Jennifer Wise
Wheres and hows zap like beetles at a lantern.
The state of things is turbulent and crashing.
Punctured bottles of pearls
Hover over the bottom of a pool,
Let go, and dying.
Our words meet like metal,
A biological expression of friction whose amplitudes
Shout from the house.
Love is loud,
And wears a fireproof suit.
Refuses to remove itself just when it must.
We used to laugh at failure
But tonight lightning spirals off our tongues
When did silence become such cotton-candy fog?
And moments so imperfect?
Why are we still screaming at each other?
A jewelry box ballerina frictions
While on its toes.
Has it singled out the whole thing?
Now oysters find and re-present the pearls,
Coming from some place else like an apparition,
Miraculous and humble
With their silver rings shutting into a walnut,
Transcripts and impressions
As they churn themselves to thinness
Inside its walls.
Sudden dust bellows itself away.
Text © Jennifer Wise
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