An Individual History: Poems
An person History describes the fears, anger, and guilt—personal, familial, societal, political, and historical—that include a lifestyles. The determine of the speaker’s maternal grandmother who used to be institutionalized for 5 many years serves as an overriding metaphor for this haunting, daring new paintings through a necessary American poet.
from “An person History”
This used to be ahead of the time of lithium and Zoloft
before temper stabilizers and anxiolytics
and just about all the psychotropic medicinal drugs, yet no longer before
which the suicide O’Laughlin known as “handcuffs for the
It was once earlier than, in the course of, and after the time of atomic
Auschwitz, the Nakba, DDT, and also you may take water
find solace in quarantines, perform shunnings,
or stand at Lourdes one of the canes and crutches.
The lulled to scale their wax trellis or locate the glove’s worn thumb, the hood’s damaged zipper and plant the eviscerating stinger. The Concrete of Bint Jbeil Pulverized is differently of deliberating travail that's why dirt emerging noon from the streets is white and burns your eyes and nostril. nice machines have performed this to the mortar, block, and stone, whereas smaller forces shovel rubble and rebuild. now not faraway from right here, south, in eco-friendly valleys, the area of the higher guarded has airborne dirt and dust.
Park benches, motorbike racks, highway symptoms; monitoring squirrels and chipmunks; desirous to please; attracted to the typical stick or tennis ball; diggers of holes; shoe chewers, sock swallowers, ebook gnawers, meals gobblers; haters of sirens; noble, conscionable, unconscionable; shit eaters, butt sniffers, crouch probers, ass and ball lickers, tail chasers; farters, deep dreamers, barkers, howlers, whiners, criers, piddlers, shitters —and even this one, the perfumed Pekinese that can’t.
regret only once, you along with your brilliant roses and tulips, spidery paths of vines and fluted leaves, the entire smothering penance that just about consoled me, until eventually above my sobs I heard hers and in her fingers the crushing strength or the thankful fury of our unburdening made that embody something aside: O heartsick girl! O bewildered boy! Laelaps whilst it was once transparent i'd by no means trap her and that she might by no means get away my pursuit, Zeus intervened and grew to become every one people to stone. not was once.
With rage, after which the mouth’s abhorrence, lips urgent like a strangler’s thumbs choking the phrases he’d really kill than say, “Swans, fucking swans,” as though he understands accurately what they're: modern, vicious, stand-ins for the unhappy, divorced, deserted heart’s longed-for mistaken. Danny Meyers Fucking Danny Meyers, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking Danny Meyers, he hosed out a “gook” from the wheel good of the shipping he drove in Nam, and instructed us how. along with his piss and the steel-toe.
Decks and that i used to be the swab Vessel and fleet harbor and berth Week after week hammocked Hammered and scraped varnished and rigged i used to be a compass mounted in its bearings Coffer and locks brightwork and windlass i used to be a physician with a briefer name i used to be thirsty inform me, what am I Repair me The Singer Soaped, dripping from ears to ankles, scarred from throat to sternum, like a seam fusing the earth’s plates, he.