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Two Poems

Two Poems M A R T H A Z W E I G extinct Mother & father I once had had a child once: she escaped in the fire. They set water boiling momentarily, tumultuous rolling boil, beware the pot watched them, thought everything over, thought harder, mind, mind. So the mother picked up & twiddled the phone, taught it to chat, while the father steamed open his shaving mirror, & all of a sudden neither one ever got back to the pot, the kettle, the hot bottom of things, & the child's room ruffled up over the furious kitchen stove & burned her off like a rocket crisp. Here's how the damp black wood out back there drudges to this day: every night it moonshines for the little girl. Cool coals shimmer, snuff; the joists slip & dimensions lapse to dismantle according to the crows' stepby-step procedure: yawk, what ceiling? Dew, brass buckle & berry exchange. Goodbye, then, foolish family! Who will I love next? Until we got so interrupted, I never suspected anyone. deathtrap Hook what you've got of skin & bones in a cut of yellow fat at the spring pin, & spread both opposite horizons--jaggedy jaws http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Two Poems

Manoa , Volume 13 (2) – Oct 1, 2001

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M A R T H A Z W E I G extinct Mother & father I once had had a child once: she escaped in the fire. They set water boiling momentarily, tumultuous rolling boil, beware the pot watched them, thought everything over, thought harder, mind, mind. So the mother picked up & twiddled the phone, taught it to chat, while the father steamed open his shaving mirror, & all of a sudden neither one ever got back to the pot, the kettle, the hot bottom of things, & the child's room ruffled up over the furious kitchen stove & burned her off like a rocket crisp. Here's how the damp black wood out back there drudges to this day: every night it moonshines for the little girl. Cool coals shimmer, snuff; the joists slip & dimensions lapse to dismantle according to the crows' stepby-step procedure: yawk, what ceiling? Dew, brass buckle & berry exchange. Goodbye, then, foolish family! Who will I love next? Until we got so interrupted, I never suspected anyone. deathtrap Hook what you've got of skin & bones in a cut of yellow fat at the spring pin, & spread both opposite horizons--jaggedy jaws

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Oct 1, 2001

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