Not my usual style, but it’s cool. I wanted to experiment with repeating ideas, images, or lines in a poem. I think it’s pretty cool, even if the meaning is kind of obscure. Tell me how you interpreted it!
Another Long Breath, Another Long day
her capacity for silence
was admirable. The cobblestone
streets spin like unwound essays about
unexpected pleasures, words spinning.
She draws out another long breath
from her lungs. Another long day,
she feels, she knows,
she knows it without ever thinking it.
And beneath the dark steps to her
shotgun house, mirror to mirror
a box encrusted in diamonds
is broken and the ghost knows that he broke it.
Her capacity for silence is haunting
she has been still for several days, feeling the minutes
crawl like lovejuice up and down her spine,
feeling and knowing without ever thinking it.
She draws out another lung from her breast.
the shapes of the farmyards blur into
green and pink mesh when she tries to remember
because she looks down at her shoes when she walks.
And beneath the dark steps to her shotgun house,
mirror to mirror,a box encrusted of fairy breaths
breathes in her perfume-from-a-jar, and only
the ghost who broke it knows that he did it.
her capacity for silence
and ghost ships
was hauntingly breathless
thrilling
no, no, says the poet
don’t leave me Susanna.
Stay until my typewriter resets
and the sun repeats it’s hanging
and the moon repeats her execution
while waking
we will dismiss the countryside
half of the time forgetting that it is there.
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