They say this mountain was born
when thrust sheets broke
against this line.
Tag: ancientpoems
Rolf
I.
My brother calls me Liesl all
through winter /
precipitating / the month our
mother kills a tuna
in the sink / thimbles garlic /
antivivisectionist / remaining
eldest / wrap the fish in foil /
take a vitamin every day this
year / my beautiful father left
to stop the war / my captain /
my prow / my ocean ending /
my open rain rolling yard
down / his shadow touching
the estate / my brother in the
kitchen deep / tempering
dough with ice water / fill me
with ice water / put a tuna
steak frozen on your tongue /
bear it / whistling / you
would never fire that gun
II.
Dear Rolf / stop /
I needle a new sweater / knit
clenching in the purple dark
/ don’t stop / I don’t know
what I ever saw in you
/ Dear Rolf /
salt me / don this /
III.
I teach my brother oysters /
will you remember his name
my father rips a flag down
from the balcony / a big party
/ tall always / taller /
decorated with tassels
pale slips / coming in from
the storm / why can’t you
hear me / little shells of them
flattening / hand in the
water / I listen to singing in Swiss
mountains / black circles
getting slicker / he thinks I will be
married / but he doesn’t know
—
Thanks to The Atlas Review.
Gneiss
Beneath swept rock, groundwater
buffs cave walls to silver.
These metal reinforcements
hold earth from under earth.
I would wrestle the poem
into the world like tracts
of red clay plaiting
switchbacks to the mountain.
To think I wrote all my life
when in fact I was only tracing.