Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Failed story / Elegy 15

 

A failed story is a poem


Buddhist stories end

With what we

Had thought would

Happen not happening

Teacher angered by

Dirty dishes left

In communal sink

Realizes she left

Them there / wisdom

Of embarrassment /

Your story ends

But why it ends

Where it ends

Or began where

It began can’t

Be told / narrator’s

Unreliable and you’re

Dead / need to know

Basis when there’s

Nothing to know

Is all tease

She in jail on five

Counts, including theft

Of your car

Which she drove

To a friend’s

House afterward

A count is number

But not plot

At least not

In the sense

Of story making

Sense of arc

Flat-lined unreadable

To whom story

Is told cannot

Tell it back

Do not ask

It tells for thee

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Tuesday, August 13, 2024

Shoulder blade: Elegy 14

 

Shoulder Blade


How do we talk

To our dead /

Like trauma they

Interrupt us

Our daily routine

Not ritual but

Remorse instead

Of recovery / we’d

Enjoy making memes

This election year

Deft take-downs

Of shark-fearing

He-man / his under

ling who doesn’t

Mean to be mean

To cats / I fell

In a dark hole

Of right wing fantasy

Social media samsara

Can’t get it out of

My head / knife

In my shoulder blade

Is metaphor (I

Tell my daughter)

Or displaced wound

Taken from or for you

Whose written voice

Sits in Signal

Like an egg

To be cracked

When I want

To be strong

Then shatters into

White and yolk

Fore-conversation

As we are

Now after it


Monday, August 12, 2024

Watching your killer on vimeo / Elegy 13

 

Watching Your Killer on Vimeo


I watch her inter-

View on tape: VA

She says / is

The space between

Us / living and dead

It comes from

The land / care

Taken of graves

And between us

“VA is everywhere”

Albert Wendt

Writes / after I

Published a book

Whose title offended

You / I visited his

Office (Kuykendall 511)

Asked him what

To do / given the word

That begins with “c”

In English / the author

Also American

Hadn't known

And while Wendt

Understood your concern

Said cultures change

They're remade

By us / as he had done /

Reflected through the lens

She says on Vimeo

Of her perception

Drawn to taboo

Tattoos like those

On her hands

Those who act

I can imagine

Rewind that image

Back to her theater

Back to her

Teaching / back to

Her her her her her her

Ten minutes up

Return a stranger

And more than

Strange that you

Can’t hear my

Words / bent screen

On wood house

God is ugly

Elizabeth writes / so

We won’t identify

With him / we

Who are beautiful

As her words

Were until time

Ends / we tend

Your memory grave

Ashes to ashes

Word upon word

Upon word upon

Unmortared rock

 

 

with thanks to Elizabeth Robinson

Sunday, August 11, 2024

Life in Hawai`i: Kamala style

 

Life in Hawai`i: when I wear my "[comma] la" teeshirt, people think it reads "[`okina] la." So let's hear it for `OKINA-LA for president! 
 
Life in Hawai`i, part 2. When you wear your new lime green tee shirt that reads, "you think you / just / fell out of a / coconut tree" and two people who read it respond, "that happened to me when I was a kid." 
 
[K Harris quotes her mother saying this to her, with the following conclusion: "You exist in the context of all in which you live and what came before you."]

 

Monday, August 5, 2024

The Lost Word: Elegy 12



The Lost Word


Several times in

The night I looked

For the word

“Succulent” / failed

To find it / though I’d

Heard it yesterday

Seen one with green

Springs near the cat /

Mr. Mu / it’s

Not that the past

Is so far away

But the present

Is so close

You move in

Both directions / I pull

My bucket up /

The sodden ferns

Frizzy on trees

Hanging like dreads

Another kind of

Reverence to read

Not as landscape

Reflects us but

As we do it

Droplet to droplet

First here / then

There / transparent

Metronome with

No sense of time



Saturday, August 3, 2024

At the border: Elegy 11

At the border


Not your killer

But the woman

Who killed you

Pleads innocent to the court

Admitted that she

--No, the devil--

Used the knife

As if the devil

Were other /

Migrant who crosses

Borders / getting all

The free stuff

Trucked back south


The knife cut you

Open like pages

Of a book

You wanted to read

A carriage driver in cahoots

With demon-logic

Kindly stopped for you

The event plays again

In my ribs’ cell block

I think you’d feel for

Her / tangled in samsara

Of self and colonialism

Who knows which

Jealous of you

Dear borderless pilgrim