Em Bober – 2 poems

REMEMBERING HIM, LONG-HAIRED AND SMOKING IN MY BED, TALKING ABOUT HIS CHILDHOOD DOG DYING AND THE BLACK PLAGUE

for Fish

            

His sadness reminded me that flowers

die and that people turn to skeletons.

His sadness fit like a too-big pair of trousers,

looked of old yarn, tasted like oceans

of just-rotten tangerines sitting on

my tongue.  It was the music of moving

a chair across the floor, felt forgotten

like a scent I almost knew, unnerving

as a needle-poke to my skin.

It was cold as January. His sadness

covered him like chicken pox and when

I touched his back, it dotted and calloused

us both.  Do you itch too? Do you feel the red?

I nodded, said Yes.  We laughed under our breaths.

            

A QUESTION FOR YOU WHO IS:

            

Do you feel the light-streak glow

the barely warm glisten of winter sun seeping

through your tissue-paper skin and clasping

your fingers until they too are white

as the ice that huddles on the staircase

leading to your front door grasping for

palmfuls of puddled warmth saving

them for the next week of storm and then you

are grasping his deep skin who is

warmer than gleaming winter sun

who is electric-stove burnt orange glow

who is kettle yell who is leather car seats on

a summer day that burn my bare legs who is

some ancestral stay-alive hearth

who is a clasped pale hand who is alstroemeria

bobbing in a half-gone ginger beer bottle who

is wasabi who is huddled bodies who is

not a two-night fuck who is beer-breathed

parables who is height or Haight who is

anything but all the men and boys with

and to whom I’ve lied who is not

the night who is clasped who is skin

who is within whom?

            

Em Bober is currently a senior studying English Literature and Creative Writing at Central Michigan University.  An avid plant enthusiast and lover of all things blueberry, Em is hoping to attend an MFA program in the future.  Em has been previously published in Central Review, American Academy of Poets, Porter Gulch Review, and ANGLES.  She feels that one of the greatest triumphs in life is sharing art with others.

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