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SPIN
The braids around her head
make me spin whenever
I look at her picture.
She lies on the white road.
She could be asleep. (I know
she isn’t asleep.) I spin
whenever I look
at the picture. She lies on the
white road, not sleeping,
eyes closed and dusted white.
The braids around her head rest
snaky in the dust, where she could be
any young girl anywhere
who doesn’t sleep in the road unless
it’s unavoidable, because
that’s where the mine
bullet bomb RPG caught
her. She lies in her braids there,
and I’m spinning around her picture —
a fragment, a white fragment in
dusty tears, the long streaks on my cheeks
vapor trails on my skin. The jets above me
drop nothing on their way into Logan.
The roads here are black and wet.
We have no dust here, no white dust here.
I pull my own hair out of its braid
and spin slowly down onto the couch to read
more news. She lies on the front page
of the local daily and the picture
is black and white and she is not sleeping,
though I know I am.
Dark Matter 
April 9th, 2004 at 8:19 pm
Re: short
Ah! Toe in these waters, eh? Welcome.
April 9th, 2004 at 8:19 pm
Re: short
Ah! Toe in these waters, eh? Welcome.
April 9th, 2004 at 2:12 pm
Re: short
Interesting. Thanks for the explanation. I’ll have to think about it some more. And this is Bob (from the land of Gill).
April 9th, 2004 at 2:12 pm
Re: short
Interesting. Thanks for the explanation. I’ll have to think about it some more. And this is Bob (from the land of Gill).
April 8th, 2004 at 6:32 pm
I love her
This poem took me up on a westerly,
the reader rides it like a surfboard
in the sky. A great trip, a heroine,
a tear. It’s visceral, it’s spiritual,
I’m in love with it.
April 8th, 2004 at 6:32 pm
I love her
This poem took me up on a westerly,
the reader rides it like a surfboard
in the sky. A great trip, a heroine,
a tear. It’s visceral, it’s spiritual,
I’m in love with it.
April 8th, 2004 at 1:36 pm
Re: short
It was meant to be abrupt. One of my pet subjects is how quickly and easily we become inured to tragic events, especially ones that are not “personal”. The speaker’s turn away from the dead girl is, I think, pretty typical.
But I hear you on the abruptness, by the way. It may need fixin’ up to do its job better. Any thoughts?
And by the way…who is this?
April 8th, 2004 at 1:36 pm
Re: short
It was meant to be abrupt. One of my pet subjects is how quickly and easily we become inured to tragic events, especially ones that are not “personal”. The speaker’s turn away from the dead girl is, I think, pretty typical.
But I hear you on the abruptness, by the way. It may need fixin’ up to do its job better. Any thoughts?
And by the way…who is this?
April 8th, 2004 at 1:23 pm
short
The ending feels a little, I don’t know, abrupt to me. Maybe that was your intent. I’m left wanting… more explanation… or detail… or maybe just more beyond that last lne.
April 8th, 2004 at 1:23 pm
short
The ending feels a little, I don’t know, abrupt to me. Maybe that was your intent. I’m left wanting… more explanation… or detail… or maybe just more beyond that last lne.