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iew
19
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me
r 2
01
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new
poe
ms
by
Fang
Bu,
Ann
a E.
Chi
lds,
Mar
ia E
l ng
, Mar
cia
Hurlo
w,W
illia
m K
nuds
en, G
eorg
e M
oore
, Len
ny D
ella
Rocc
a,Ta
ylor
Ric
ke ,
Mar
y El
len
Shau
ghan
, Cor
ey S
mith
The
2Riv
er V
iew
, 19.
4 (S
umm
er 2
015)
Abou
t the
Pho
togr
aphs
The
thre
e ph
otog
raph
s of s
and
dune
s at S
ilver
Lak
e, a
long
the
east
ern
shor
e of
Lak
e M
ichi
gan,
wer
e ta
ken
by R
icha
rd L
ong
whi
le h
e w
as
ridin
g hi
s bic
ycle
self-
supp
orte
d ar
ound
the
Gre
at L
ake.
Lon
g bl
ogs
abou
t his
solo
sum
mer
bik
e to
urs a
t ric
hard
trek
s.bl
ogsp
ot.c
om.
Abou
t 2Ri
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e 19
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ors i
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86
The
2Riv
er V
iew
, 19.
4 (S
umm
er 2
015)
Conten
ts
Core
y Sm
ithQ
uant
um Im
mor
talit
y
Fang
Bu
Frid
ays
Satu
rday
s
Anna
E. C
hild
sPh
oeni
x Fr
ozen
Mar
ia E
l ng
An A
ntho
logy
of V
iole
nce
(Lev
inas
)St
ems (
a re
vela
on
of su
icid
e co
nsid
ered
)
Mar
cia
Hurlo
wDe
ath
Wish
of t
he P
hone
cia
nTh
e W
ife o
f the
Tra
velli
ng S
ales
man
won
the
Back
war
ds C
ity R
evie
w P
ress
con
test
; and
her
fi rs
t ful
l-len
gth
colle
c o
n, A
nom
ie, w
on th
e Ed
ges
Priz
e fr
om W
ordT
ech.
Will
iam
Knu
dsen
is a
writ
er a
nd m
usic
ian
from
For
t Col
lins,
Col
orad
o.
His
poe
try
has
been
pub
lishe
d in
The
Leg
enda
ry, S
parr
ow G
host
Co
llec
ve
Anth
olog
y, a
nd S
tree
tligh
t Mag
azin
e.
Geo
rge
Moo
re, a
er a
car
eer a
t Uni
vers
ity o
f Col
orad
o, li
ves
in N
ova
Sco
a. H
e is
the
auth
or o
f Chi
ldre
n’s D
raw
ings
of t
he U
nive
rse
(Sal
mon
Po
etry
201
5) a
nd T
he H
erm
its o
f Din
gle
(Fut
ureC
ycle
201
3). P
oem
s ha
ve a
ppea
red
in T
he A
tlan
c, C
olor
ado
Revi
ew, N
orth
Am
eric
an
Revi
ew, a
nd P
oetr
y.
Tayl
or R
icke
rec
eive
d hi
s M
FA in
poe
try
from
Dre
w U
nive
rsity
and
has
pl
aced
wor
k w
ith B
oxca
r Poe
try
Revi
ew, C
leav
er M
agaz
ine,
Nau
gatu
ck
Rive
r Rev
iew
, and
Xan
adu
Poet
ry R
evie
w. H
e liv
es in
Blo
omin
gton
, In
dian
a, w
here
he
spen
ds
me fi s
hing
, tea
chin
g, a
nd w
ri n
g.
Mar
y El
len
Shau
ghan
is a
na
ve
Iow
an w
ho n
ow c
alls
Wes
tern
M
assa
chus
e s
hom
e. H
er p
oetr
y ha
s ap
pear
ed in
num
erou
s jo
urna
ls
and
mag
azin
es.
Core
y Sm
ith h
olds
an
MFA
in C
rea
ve
Wri
ng
from
Wic
hita
Sta
te
Uni
vers
ity w
here
he
taug
ht E
nglis
h fo
r fou
r yea
rs. H
e cu
rren
tly te
ache
s hi
gh s
choo
l Eng
lish
in th
e sa
me
city
. He
has
prev
ious
ly p
ublis
hed
shor
t st
orie
s in
sm
all p
ress
mag
azin
es.
The
2Riv
er V
iew
, 19.
4 (S
umm
er 2
015)
Abou
t
Fang
Bu
is th
e au
thor
of S
prin
g Cl
eani
ng. S
he c
urre
ntly
live
s an
d w
orks
in
New
Yor
k Ci
ty.
Anna
E. C
hild
s liv
es in
Eas
t Ten
ness
ee, w
here
she
writ
es p
oetr
y, fi
c o
n,
and
crea
ve
nonfi
c o
n; te
ache
s co
llege
Eng
lish;
and
rais
es th
ree
child
ren.
Lenn
y D
ella
Rocc
a ha
s re
cent
wor
k in
Eve
ry D
ay P
oem
s, F
airy
Tale
Re
view
, and
Mia
mi R
ail;
and
fort
hcom
ing
in tw
o an
thol
ogie
s: T
wic
e U
pon
a Ti
me
and
Obj
ects
in th
e Re
ar V
iew
Mirr
or fr
om K
ind
of
Hur
rican
e Pr
ess.
Sle
ep Ta
lker
is fo
rthc
omin
g fr
om N
ight
Balle
t Pre
ss.
Mar
ia E
l ng
is o
rigin
ally
from
Oah
u, H
awai
i. Sh
e cu
rren
tly li
ves
in
Ista
nbul
, Tur
key,
whe
re s
he is
com
ple
ng
a BA
in A
rt H
isto
ry a
nd
Philo
soph
y. T
his
is th
e fi r
st p
ublic
a o
n of
her
wor
k.
Mar
cia
Hur
low
teac
hes
crea
ve
wri
ng,
jour
nalis
m a
nd li
ngui
s c
s at
As
bury
Uni
vers
ity. H
er m
ost r
ecen
t cha
pboo
k, G
reen
Man
in S
ubur
bia,
Will
iam
Knu
dsen
Hym
n #5
Hym
n #2
3
Geo
rge
Moo
reTh
e Bo
ok M
arke
tTh
e W
ord
Lenn
y De
llaRo
cca
Don’
t Blin
kSp
ice
Tayl
or R
icke
Ba
ckw
oods
Poem
in A
polo
gy
Mar
y El
len
Shau
ghan
Drea
ms
Rede
mp
on
The
2Riv
er V
iew
, 19.
4 (S
umm
er 2
015)
Mar
y El
len
Shau
ghan
Rede
mp
on
My
fam
ily g
athe
rs a
roun
d th
e w
hite
-line
ned
tabl
eth
is da
y in
late
Nov
embe
r, ga
ther
edto
giv
e th
anks
for t
he g
ood
in o
ur li
ves.
I sen
se th
at so
me
feel
gru
dgin
gra
ther
than
gra
tefu
l to
be h
ere,
com
ing
to se
e m
e an
d no
t eac
h ot
her,
havi
ng g
row
n di
stan
t ove
r the
yea
rs,
wha
t with
per
ceiv
ed sl
ight
s,diff e
rent
stru
ggle
s, a
nd d
ivid
ed p
oli
cs,
both
fam
ilial
and
na
ona
l.Fo
r aw
hile
, we
sam
ple
and
tast
e in
nea
r sile
nce.
Then
inte
rmi
ent,
civi
l,al
mos
t for
mal
con
vers
a o
ns b
egin
,te
s n
g th
e w
ater
s,un
l on
e da
ught
er p
ulls
a m
emor
yfr
om h
er lo
ng-ig
nore
d tr
ove
and
at th
e te
lling
, her
sist
er’s
vene
er c
rum
bles
and
soon
the
two
cave
in o
n th
emse
lves
,he
lple
ss w
ith la
ught
er a
t the
mem
ory,
tear
s of m
irth
runn
ing
off t
heir
chee
ksan
d in
to th
eir g
ravy
,le
avin
g th
e re
st o
f us m
ys fi
ed,
but a
lso sm
iling
and
som
ehow
relie
ved,
rede
emed
, as a
lway
s, b
y la
ught
er.
Mar
y El
len
Shau
ghan
Drea
ms
This
is th
e se
cond
gen
era
on
of te
enag
ed b
oys s
he’s
hear
dta
lk a
bout
driv
ing
to C
alifo
rnia
the
min
ute
the
dipl
oma
is in
thei
r han
d.It’
s as i
f som
e DN
Afr
om th
e go
ld m
iner
s of ’
49is
in th
eir b
lood
.I’l
l be
driv
ing
out,
he sa
ys.
John
’s go
ing
with
me.
The
next
one
ask
sHo
w m
uch
wou
ld a
taxi
cos
the
re to
San
Fra
ncisc
o?Sh
e re
mem
bers
the
ener
gysh
e w
aste
d, p
anic
king
over
the
dang
ers,
the
logi
s c
s,an
d th
e ch
ild’s
inno
cenc
e.N
ow w
hen
the
third
one
says
I’m o
u a
her
e,ju
st 6
mor
e m
onth
s and
I’m off
to C
alifo
rnia
she
does
n’t f
alte
r whi
le p
eelin
g th
e po
tato
, ju
st n
ods h
er h
ead
and
says
That
soun
ds g
reat
.Th
is is
no
me
for e
ither
logi
c or
pan
ic.
Whe
re w
ould
we
be w
ithou
t our
dre
ams?
May
be p
eelin
g po
tato
es.
Core
y Sm
ith
Qua
ntum
Imm
orta
lity
You
will
surv
ive
me
You
will
hid
e m
y m
emor
yIn
you
rs, s
cene
ry a
nd fa
mily
Vaca
ons
. On
a sa
d, lo
neso
me,
Whi
skey
nig
ht, y
ou w
ill, i
n hu
shed
Tone
s, w
hisp
er m
y in
secu
ri e
sTo
frie
nds w
hose
war
m a
rms w
illCa
lm y
ou. T
his a
nd y
our h
orizo
ntal
Pi
llow
ebb
secl
usio
n un
l th
e da
y,
My
Baby
Pie
, whe
n yo
u jo
in th
e co
llec
ve
Cosm
os a
nd w
e m
eand
er e
tern
ity.
I’ll r
ecei
ve y
ou a
nd o
nce
the
last
per
son
we
knew
Spea
ks o
ur n
ames
for t
he la
st
me,
we’
ll Va
poriz
e al
ong
with
our
era
As w
e co
ma
toge
ther
. The
y’ll
neve
r kno
wO
f the
win
ter w
alk
we
took
toni
ght i
n th
e ga
rden
As sn
ow fe
ll am
ong
the
silen
t tre
es
SEE
ALSO
Sch
rodi
nger
’s Ca
t (19
35),
Para
llel U
nive
rses
(195
6), Q
uant
um R
esur
rec
on
(100
Tril
lion)
Fang
Bu
Frid
ays
Me
and
the
boys
,w
e ta
lk d
irty
and
drin
kan
ythi
ng in
the
hous
eth
at is
n’t c
orke
d ‘ca
use
the
scre
w’s
bust
edan
d I’m
lazy
and
twist
-top
Mer
lot
gets
the
tong
ue w
aggi
ngju
st a
s goo
d as
top-
shel
fsc
otch
I fo
rgot
to b
uy.
Thes
e ni
ghts
we
set
my
neig
hbor
s’ e
ars a
blaz
ew
ith o
ur c
oars
e sm
a e
ring:
obsc
eni
es, S
pani
sh, H
ebre
w,m
e to
o so
ber f
or C
hine
se,
too
drun
k fo
r Fre
nch,
se li
ng so
mew
here
in b
etw
een
Chau
cer a
nd d
eath
met
al,
thou
gh a
t lea
st m
y pi
pes
are
too
lube
d to
sing
Tayl
or R
icke
Poem
in A
polo
gy
It m
ight
be
as si
mpl
e as
this—
I a
m so
rry.
I pu
t my
hand
s on
the
cart
that
day
not
kno
win
g yo
u w
ould
look
at m
e w
ith th
ose
eyes
and
repr
iman
d m
efo
r han
ging
on
as y
ou p
ushe
d th
roug
h K-
Mar
t.I d
idn’
t list
en u
n l
you
grab
bed
me
by th
e ar
m. I
did
n’t h
ear y
our d
eep
grow
lun
l m
y ea
rs w
ere
red
with
em
barr
assm
ent—
22 a
nd s
ll b
eing
scol
ded.
All
I can
say
is
I am
sorr
y, th
e lo
ck o
n m
y to
ngue
fi nal
ly p
icke
d— I d
idn’
t und
erst
and
my
hurt
half
as g
ood
then
, but
I kn
ow I
caus
ed it
with
my
open
mou
th a
nd e
mpt
y ea
rs.
Tayl
or R
icke
Backwoo
ds I h
eard
her
gra
ndm
othe
r’s lo
wgr
owl f
rom
the
othe
r roo
m; B
aby,
neve
rle
t a b
ackw
oods
whi
te b
oy fr
om In
dian
a te
ll yo
uhe
love
s you
. She
def
ende
d m
eag
ains
t the
wom
an’s
tong
ue, a
nd a
llI w
ante
d w
as to
wal
k do
wnt
own
with
her
, kiss
the
dark
cre
ase
her n
eck
mak
es.
Why
wou
ldn’
t she
go
with
me?
Bec
ause
it’s a
tric
k an
d he
can
cho
p th
e Al
abam
a pi
neou
t you
r fen
ce-s
trai
ght s
pine
, she
rum
bled
in h
er h
oney
full
hous
e w
ithits
six-
strin
g sin
ging
and
woo
d sm
oke.
Like
a lo
ose
cana
ryfr
om a
min
e sh
a :
been
thro
ugh
hells
the
othe
rsdo
n’t k
now,
shou
ldn’
t car
e,an
d so
hav
e th
ey,
but w
e do
n’t d
iscus
s ugl
ylik
e a
wom
an’s
aff a
irs,
foul
ed la
undr
y no
pla
cefo
r liv
e w
ire a
nd g
reas
ean
d a
3-do
g ni
ght.
Onl
y th
e w
akin
g is
hard
:4A
M a
nd n
o yo
uto
cal
m th
e liq
uor-d
ream
s,ca
tch
my fi l
thy
min
d,as
k m
e w
hat I
mea
ntin
my
poly
glot
ram
blin
gssp
la e
ring
the
toile
t bow
l,bu
t sto
ppin
g to
adm
irem
y g
ht a
ss. B
oy,
I lov
ed b
eing
you
r girl
.
Fang
Bu
Satu
rday
s
Satu
rday
s are
risk
y.Sa
turd
ays I
stum
ble
out o
f liq
uor d
ream
sw
an n
g m
y pi
ano
and
a do
se o
f poe
ms,
trip
ove
r the
Rai
den-
cat
who
doe
sn’t
know
the
wor
d “F
athe
r,” o
nly
the
men
in M
omm
y’s
life fl e
e n
g as
sprin
gov
er th
e Ea
st R
iver
,Sa
turd
ays I
rem
embe
r
Your
han
ds to
uchi
ngcu
rve
of h
ip, t
angl
eof
thig
h, th
at sm
ilea
er t
h e k
iss it
took
a w
eek
to p
lan
and
my
clum
sines
s
Geor
ge M
oore
The
Woo
d
That
tow
n’s b
orde
rs h
ad c
ordo
ned
off m
y lif
eat
a d
ange
rous
edg
e of
thin
gs w
here
it b
egan
,an
d al
thou
gh I
som
e m
es w
alke
d a
few
feet
in,
I was
nev
er o
ut o
f ran
ge o
f the
stre
et li
ght.
I nev
er k
new
the
trut
h of
Blo
odgo
ods P
ond
or S
hack
amax
on L
ake.
A c
hild
as t
acitu
rn, o
r num
b,as
all
hum
an c
hild
ren
are,
and
thes
e w
ere
wor
dsan
d so
unds
som
e ot
her c
reat
ures
mad
e.
In la
ter d
ream
s, a
venu
es re
mai
n. T
he B
oule
vard
or M
ain,
nei
ghbo
rhoo
d ro
utes
thro
ugh
the
thic
kof
cun
abul
a th
ings
, tal
isman
aga
inst
the fl u
xof
futu
re w
orld
s. A
mira
cle
the
tow
n st
ayed
hid
den
from
my
fear
s. W
oods
gre
w d
ense
r the
n in
Indi
a,Ira
n, in
Afg
hani
stan
and
on
the
Thai
bor
der.
But i
n ea
ch a
woo
d re
mai
ned,
a m
omen
t bet
wee
n he
re a
nd n
ow, a
nd th
en, o
n in
to th
e da
rk a
gain
.
Geor
ge M
oore
The
Book
Mar
ket
Alon
g th
e fa
mou
s riv
er, r
eade
rs c
omb
the
stal
ls fo
r som
e ol
d no
te o
f re
cogn
i on
, a b
ent v
olum
e an
othe
r has
le t
hem
from
som
e di
stan
ce
of c
entu
ries,
an
ink
of m
ud o
n pa
pyru
s fro
m a
long
the
Nile
, kep
t cris
p in
imag
inar
y py
ram
ids u
n l
this
stre
tch
of d
eser
t m
e un
fold
s, o
r a
curl
of b
ark
from
birc
h off
the
nor
ther
n pl
ains
, or o
ff th
e w
all o
f a
chur
ch w
here
bom
bs d
estr
oyed
any
sens
e of
its m
eani
ng, t
hink
ing,
lit
eral
ly d
ream
ing,
it w
ould
be
good
to k
now
wha
t non
e ha
ve k
now
n be
fore
. And
so, t
he d
elic
ate
scrip
ts a
re c
rack
ed o
pen
like
an a
ncie
nt
pysa
nka
egg,
show
ing
a pa
ralla
x of
hist
orie
s, fa
lling
alw
ays f
orw
ard
into
the
light
of d
ay. T
oday
, the
pag
es si
mpl
y ca
rry
code
s. T
he ja
rs sp
lit
open
, the
ir ro
lls e
xpos
ed, e
ven
abse
ntm
inde
dly
burn
ed to
war
m th
e he
arth
, or t
o co
ok a
mea
ger b
it of
buff
alo
or c
amel
. Wha
t is t
he w
orth
of
a b
ook?
How
fi n
g th
at a
pocr
ypha
from
true
lost
bel
ieve
rs sh
ould
on
ce a
gain
cat
ch fi
re. W
ho c
an y
ou tr
ust t
o de
cide
the
impo
rtan
ce o
f a
frag
men
t of k
now
ledg
e it
took
cen
turie
s to
tell
and
be u
ntol
d, th
at
then
was
pac
ked
in ja
rs a
nd b
urie
d, o
r as t
oday
, sta
cked
on
shel
ves o
f sm
all w
oode
n st
alls
alon
g th
e ci
ty’s
wat
erw
ay?
Whe
n Pa
ris st
reet
s are
ba
re a
gain
in sp
ring,
all
this
seem
s pur
ely
acad
emic
, or i
mag
inar
y, fo
r pa
ges c
url a
nd m
old
(a b
acte
rial s
urvi
vor o
f the
unw
ri e
n w
ord)
and
re
new
thei
r vas
t cam
paig
ns. Y
ou p
ick
up o
ne fo
r the
feel
of i
ts ja
cket
, br
i le
at t
he sp
ine,
and
dow
npla
y th
e sk
in-d
eep
deat
h. W
isdom
gon
e to
seed
. How
utm
ost a
nd a
ccid
enta
l thi
s one
seem
s, o
n th
e pe
riphe
ry
of y
our v
ision
, and
that
of h
istor
y’s.
How
muc
h? F
or th
is? A
new
one
off
the
inte
rnet
wou
ld b
e bu
t hal
f. Th
e w
ords
you
pla
y fo
r wor
ds o
nce
play
ed c
reep
out
of y
ou li
ke a
n ev
il sp
ell.
The
mar
kete
er d
rops
the
pric
e a
quar
ter,
a ge
stur
e of
mod
erni
ty. N
othi
ng b
ut th
e go
od a
re
bart
ered
for i
n lif
e. B
urne
d, d
enat
ured
, the
sand
s of s
ome
dead
cul
t gr
ound
into
the
skin
of y
our b
e e
r day
s. O
f tho
se w
ho h
ave
touc
hed
your
edg
es, d
rank
m
e, m
oist
enin
g th
e st
arre
d rim
of y
our g
alax
y,
whi
ch o
f the
m c
ould
bur
y yo
u aw
ay fo
r a b
e e
r fut
ure
past
, for
the
prop
osi
on o
f a lo
ve b
y pu
re a
ccid
ent?
as a
lway
s a th
irdpa
rty
to b
e go
en
over
, a e
r all
that
,a
salu
te. T
he e
xcav
a o
ngo
ne to
com
ple
on,
you
spok
e th
e w
ords
.
A ge
nie
rose
shrie
king
from
the
beds
ide
lam
p,“N
ot tr
ue.”
I kno
w,s
ll I
gave
you
bene
fi t o
f a d
oubt
:no
dou
bt y
ou lo
ved
with
in th
at m
omen
t,yo
ur fl
esh
in m
ine
unfu
rling
toge
ther
an
eter
nity
,ou
r lov
e w
as e
tern
alfo
r a m
omen
t. Tr
oubl
e is,
Satu
rday
s, I
love
s ll
.
Anna
E. C
hild
s
Phoe
nix
Froz
en
The
past
, tha
t lin
e on
the
high
way
,ye
llow
pai
nt st
retc
hing
ahe
ad,
fl ee
ng fl a
sh in
rear
-vie
w m
irror
then
gon
e;
ther
e is
a te
nden
cy to
env
ision
peo
ple
froz
en in
m
e—th
at g
irl w
ith o
ne b
lue
eye,
one
bro
wn
used
to ru
n ar
ound
with
me
hot e
veni
ngs i
n th
e ne
ighb
orho
od.
She
stay
s ete
rnal
ly si
x ye
ars o
ld w
ithou
t son
s, offi
ce, w
ork,
hou
se;
we
con
nue
to c
hase
eac
h ot
her a
cros
s bac
k la
wns
, up
hills
bar
efoo
t, sq
ueal
ing,
dip
ping
han
ds in
to o
ld p
eopl
e’s b
ird b
aths
.
Stra
nge
how
thes
e m
es b
ring
the
past
bac
k, m
akin
g lo
st fo
und,
and
twen
ty y
ears
late
r the
out
line
of th
e ch
ild’s
face
is s
ll fa
intly
visib
le in
the
Face
book
pho
to a
s you
star
e un
blin
king
at t
he sc
reen
.
As I
child
I le
arne
d to
let p
eopl
e go
, to
rely
on
the
min
d’s e
yefo
r she
en o
f hai
r, w
arm
th o
f sun
, glin
t of b
lue
eye,
yet
now
it is
cer
tain
: th
e fi r
st b
oy I
ever
love
d s
ll b
reat
hes b
eyon
d th
e sc
reen
.
Ther
e ar
e hi
s wor
ds a
er e
ight
een
year
s: il
l tem
per a
t his
job,
food
he h
ad fo
r lun
ch;
the fl i
p of
a sw
itch
eras
es a
ll di
stan
ce b
etw
een
now
and
seve
ntee
n, th
at w
hole
road
, un
l th
ere
is an
othe
r win
dow,
and
my
best
frie
nd o
f six
teen
who
is d
ead.
In th
e ye
ars s
ince
we
part
ed I
have
wat
ched
us w
alk
toge
ther
be
hind
my
eyes
thro
ugh
cold
nig
ht m
ist in
the
woo
ds a
bove
Cas
per,
the
spar
ks ri
sing
to st
ars f
rom
the fi r
e at
cam
p, a
nd I
have
hea
rdou
r lau
ghte
r in
a ro
o o
p po
ol in
El P
aso,
whe
n gr
owin
g up
beg
anto
bal
loon
as t
he sh
inin
g bu
ildin
gs ri
sing
out o
f dar
knes
s aro
und
us.
Will
iam
Knu
dsen
Hym
n #2
3
In th
e fe
ver,
I dre
am h
er sh
ape
out t
he w
indo
w.
Co o
n dr
ess c
lingi
ng to
her
hip
s. S
he tr
embl
es
unbu
one
d an
d he
r rib
s sin
g. T
here
are
old
wor
ldgo
ds in
her
smile
, dan
ces a
roun
d an
cien
t fi re
s.
I wou
ld n
ot tr
ade
such
fi c
ons
for a
ny tr
uth,
save
one.
A so
ng u
pon
wak
ing,
lips
bru
shin
g ag
ains
t
earlo
bes a
nd u
nbu
one
d ho
w w
e m
ight
sing
. Ho
w th
ose
old
gods
mig
ht si
ng.
Will
iam
Knu
dsen
Hym
n #5
The
even
ing
com
es, a
so m
oan
in th
e cr
ook
of th
ene
ck, s
hudd
erin
g in
to n
igh
me’
s bre
ast.
The
air i
s hea
vy w
ith th
e br
eath
of G
od, a
thic
k fo
g co
verin
g th
e ci
ty li
ke sh
eets
dam
p w
ith sw
eat.
Com
e cl
oser
. Lik
e w
e m
ight
kno
w e
ach
othe
rbi
blic
ally.
Brim
ston
e, e
xodu
s.
Wha
t are
we
mad
e fo
r if n
ot th
is? T
he c
lem
ency
of
crac
ked
open
, unb
u o
ned
and
blus
hing
naï
ve.
The
danc
e is
our fi
rst t
ongu
e sp
oken
. You
r hip
s are
song
s I w
ould
pre
ss m
y ea
r to
if yo
u’d
let m
e.
If lif
e ha
s tau
ght m
e on
e th
ing,
Hea
ven
is a
smal
lro
om w
ith o
pen
win
dow
s,
head
light
s thr
ough
the
blin
ds. G
od is
in th
e m
omen
tw
e fo
rget
our
wor
ds. O
ur b
odie
s spe
ak o
nly
of m
ercy
.
I’ve
foun
d m
ysel
f bes
ide
her i
n ca
rs, w
alke
d th
e ha
lls o
f hig
h sc
hool
w
ith h
er in
our
you
th. T
hen
soci
al n
etw
orki
ng m
ade
her fi
nal
ly g
one,
dead
of h
eroi
n at
twen
ty-n
ine.
Wha
t to
mak
e of
froz
en
me
that
ck
s?
The
past
onc
e st
ood
ther
e, g
ray
and
s ll
, a si
lent
mon
umen
t in
the
corn
er o
f our
eye
s; n
ow th
e lo
ves o
f a th
ousa
nd y
ears
bub
ble
to th
e su
rfac
e, o
ld co
mra
des,
forg
o e
n sc
hem
es, r
egre
ts th
at n
ever
die
;
they
cal
l and
cal
l, gh
osts
fi lli
ng a
ll ai
r, in
frin
ging
on th
e ve
ry c
orne
rs o
f lea
ving
, mak
ing
us fo
rget
the
very
idea
of l
ost,
beco
min
g ph
oeni
xes e
ver r
estle
ss in
coo
l red
dus
t.
Lenn
y De
llaRo
cca
Don’
t Blin
k
I sit
on th
e ot
her s
ide
of th
e ro
om, w
onde
ring
if it’
ll m
ove.
It w
hisp
ers
nam
es. I
won
’t lis
ten
to th
e co
o an
d w
arbl
e of
its m
ake-
belie
ve. A
nd
whi
le m
y he
art i
s a li
le le
ss fr
ee w
hen
it m
oves
, I a
dore
the
mob
iity
of it
. I w
ake
to le
arn
it ha
s alw
ays b
een
a a
ched
to m
y sle
ep. A
ll th
ose
drea
ms a
bout
fl yi
ng. A
ll th
at su
dden
li in
g off
the
gro
und.
No
sens
e fi g
h n
g. E
vent
ually
the
mus
ic, i
f tha
t’s w
hat i
t is,
lulls
me
into
mak
ing
frie
nds w
ith it
. I in
vite
it in
. It n
eeds
me
to su
stai
n its
elf,
but I
don
’t kn
ow th
at, n
ot u
n l
it’s t
oo la
te. I
onl
y kn
ow th
e fa
iry ta
le w
hich
I re
peat
to o
ther
s. I
only
kno
w th
e m
yth.
It is
eve
ryw
here
. It k
new
my
nam
e be
fore
I w
as b
orn.
Mar
cia H
urlo
w
The
Wife
of t
he T
rave
ling
Sale
sman
Whe
n yo
u ha
ve le
aga
in,
this
day
redu
ced
to a
thin
cind
er o
f sun
light
cau
ght
on y
our b
ack
fend
er, t
he d
ark
drop
s fas
ter a
nd re
peat
sw
ithou
t gat
herin
g le
af,
bird
or t
houg
ht, e
very
wor
da
sligh
t var
ia o
n no
t wor
tha
en
on,
a w
aver
ing
dron
ein
the
sam
e st
arle
ss n
ight
.
Mar
cia H
urlo
w
Deat
h W
ish
of th
e Ph
one
cia
n
Ever
y w
ord
kills
me.
If th
ere
are
ghos
tsI w
ant t
o be
one
who
sits
her
e ad
ri
in th
is cu
shio
ned
corn
er o
f cou
ch
surr
ound
ed b
y ba
ckvo
wel
s rou
nd a
s pill
ows,
who
rest
s to
form
ants
of h
igh
fron
t vow
els
whi
stlin
g in
m
eto
tune
s of t
he sp
here
s.N
o co
nson
ants
, ple
ase.
Don’
t obs
truc
t the
air.
Lenn
y De
llaRo
cca
Spic
e
Your
old
wife
sets
a p
late
bef
ore
you
at th
e ev
enin
g ta
ble,
look
s,
smel
ls, ta
stes
as i
t alw
ays h
as, b
ut th
is m
e lo
ok in
her
eye
s, th
ey w
ill
not m
eet y
ours
. An
appl
e sli
ce m
ello
ws i
n th
e w
ine,
ther
e is
a fa
ce in
it,
som
ethi
ng in
the
brot
h in
you
r spo
on th
at c
ould
onl
y ha
ve c
ome
from
a
fara
way
pla
ce. P
ush
back
the
mea
l. Le
t bird
s app
ear o
n yo
ur li
ps.
Take
day
light
from
you
r poc
ket l
ike
an o
ld
mep
iece
to
ck a
way
out
. Te
ll th
e w
oman
t o lo
ok a
t you
dea
d in
the
eyes
.
Mar
ia E
l ng
An O
ntol
ogy
of V
iole
nce
(Lev
inas
)
in th
e sh
arp
light
of n
amin
g an
d co
min
g to
kno
w, so
met
hing
m
oves
tow
ards
the
wor
ldad
vanc
es u
pon
it an
d th
ere
is vi
olen
ce in
that
, a g
roan
in th
e bo
wel
s, k
nash
of t
eeth
in th
e w
ordi
ng b
utgr
ace
also
.
a go
d-m
akin
g, a
let t
here
be
ligh
ng,
and
this
viol
ence
, irr
educ
ible
to th
e va
lves
of t
he h
eart
, pum
ping
the
heat
of a
ll th
ings
, th
e fi n
ger-s
lippe
d, th
e be
a n
g br
ain,
the
crac
ked
knuc
kle
crun
ched
ca
r la
ge n
ose,
its g
race
is g
ood,
this
god
is w
ith y
ou, i
s in
you,
is.
and
the
som
ethi
ng m
ovin
g, so
met
hing
sign
aled
snar
ed in
the
light
, red
han
d re
vela
ons
, kno
wn
by th
e pl
ace
in th
e da
rk w
here
it a
in’t
and
foun
d in
the
pray
er o
f you
r kno
win
g, in
the
overfl o
w o
f you
r giv
en
nam
e,ha
ppen
ing
even
as it
mig
ht b
ecom
e.
Mar
ia E
l ng
Stem
s (a
reve
la o
n of
suic
ide
cons
ider
ed)
I sho
uld
like
to k
eep
the fl o
wer
s fre
sh b
y w
indo
wsid
e I s
houl
d lik
e to
dry
and
pre
ss th
em fr
ee fr
om th
e br
i le
grie
f of w
il n
g,
you
belo
w,
So, d
o no
t, ju
st y
et, g
o.
A w
eek,
a m
onth
, nex
t Fal
l, fi
y F
alls
from
now
but
a
plot
and
ston
e gr
ow n
o gr
een
that
is m
ore
beco
min
gth
an th
e pi
nk S
prin
g of
you
r che
eks t
his m
orni
ng, i
n be
d,
me
besid
efi
y F
alls
will
com
e, c
ome
rush
ing,
com
e qu
ick
th
ey w
ill c
ome
to y
ou so
- do
not s
o qu
ickl
y ru
n fr
om m
e, w
hile
the
fl ow
ers a
re fr
esh
and
your
dea
r so
ski
n go
ing
rose
n an
d go
ld,
anno
unci
ng a
sum
mer
so lu
s u
lly n
ear.
