Posted on: Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Here are the blankets

The Sciences Sing a Lullaby
Albert Goldbarth

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down. 

Posted on: Wednesday, October 21, 2015

In a Fashion

My darling, my dear, I have been listening
to sad songs for you. Sorrow fits you well,
like a coat with sleeves that touch the exact
right point on your wrists. It's just right, it's
perfect. You could button it and sit snug in
your sorrow. It could protect you from the
cold. I want to help you with the buttons. I
want to suggest accessories. I want you to
wear it with flouncy skirts and sparkly shoes
and dance in shadows. You could kick your
feet to these sad songs and twirl. You could
wear your tears like the finest jewels. And
you could still smile. And when the song is
over you could remove the coat and hang it
on a hook. You could come back to it, if you
needed. You could move on and walk in the
light, if you wanted.

Posted on: Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Another Anger

When did your mouth harbor a tempest
How did it grow, what sparks of thought
traveled the length of your tongue
to unleash a torrent

You screamed that I deserved it
You screamed that your anger is sadness
You slammed a door

Oh, you complicated girl

You turn to leave, feet commanding

hands summoning another slammed door.

Still. Your fury flies your hair as you turn
It catches the light in the hall

and for a moment all I see is gold.

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