Poem of the Day
Consecutive Preterite
By Jessica Laser
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
Resist. Resist:
Dehind, dehist.
Return the clear glass to the kitchen forthwith.
Because:
a garter snake slid over my bare foot
Mother spoke skua:
she shrieked. Who can roll back
the Atlantic scandal?
Quiet, my tiny violins, salve
the poor chests beaten bruise-grey with grief.
May you always be so happy that it stings me.
Wild horses folded into their last night.
One burrowed against the dead’s descending heat
as three cantered from the threadbare wood.
Is the little bird torn apart
by a paw? Lights switch on, at least
one juxtaposition between
He was always so interestingly wrong.
I loved him, in fact for years couldn’t live
without him, he who helped crystallize
If I look to the opposite shore and greet myself there,
if I call out to myself come here
and watch myself laboriously construct from shore-things
The day without question will come for you.
You will be ready, you are always so,
Ready for beauty to be its opposite,
We all sensed we were in it, but didn’t know
who would fund this long a study, what the premise
behind it could be.