George Tooker
"Government Bureau"
(1956)
Dear _________:
(Yael Kropsky)
Perhaps the connecting noun is a bone
Washed over, over
Set by a whale or gust of generosity
Gray vapor of winter
The silence of this parking lot
I was trying to lilt you off the page
Fishing with my whole handcuff
Then with straddles
Finally pathos, curled as in a flag
Diatonic laughter
Washed over, over
Set by a whale or gust of generosity
Gray vapor of winter
The silence of this parking lot
I was trying to lilt you off the page
Fishing with my whole handcuff
Then with straddles
Finally pathos, curled as in a flag
Diatonic laughter
As soon as you come you go
Without accompaniment
Naturally, we
Sire the thoughts
We do not want
The metaphor I’ve been looking for —
Sire the thoughts
We do not want
The metaphor I’ve been looking for —
Snow drifts
Discreetly over the Superfund site
We expect to be defeated
Completely within a day
Discreetly over the Superfund site
We expect to be defeated
Completely within a day
Stay
Whoever you are
Let me carry you over my head
***
"Dear _________" appeared online at 30 x Lace, a website curated by Carrie Murphy. Murphy's accompanying notes:
Yael’s recommendation:
I’ve really been enjoying Moving Blanket, by Kostas Anagnopoulos from Ugly Duckling Presse. These poems are high-flying and intimate at the same time, teasing out subtle shifts in language and awareness while staying (mostly) anchored to the physical world. There’s also something just rare and generous about this book. It’s good people.
Yael Kropsky is a digital media junkie, non-practicing librarian, parent, and poet who lives and works in Ithaca and Brooklyn, NY.
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