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House of Anniversaries Alice B. FogelIt starts on paper carried over the threshold shoreline even if it started on the internet an ether wave of hello forever more one paper date by which to navigate by the stars in your eyes to cotton to your love of three leather armchairs armloads of forget-me-nots over time the house like a boat shifts angles untrue a new slant to the wooden floors you every time sweets iron things out again new wool over your eyes eventually see the light of day house and night house so you sail from year to year through the eighth bronze age past the ageless age of enlightenment formed from nine potsherds willed to the sun and moon which if you’ll recall you still are to you and which illuminate who orbits whom who tithes from the tin who steals the center of the universe in twelve silken tones laced with bad luck references to how sometimes you might as well be from Mars which doesn’t necessarily mean that you are Venus but still you know you dovetail you spoon you skip ivory to save the fourteen elephants in the room where instead side by side you gaze at a crystal ball aglow with evening news sitcoms reality shows up less and less able to scale the twenty-league wall of China between you and your silver lining years and years rising daily charting rough seas you hardly notice also hold thirty pearls thirty-five coral reefs teeming with life like pirated chests as yet unburied blessings heartbeats count them now lift them nearly weightless one by one forty rubies forty-five sapphires before they weigh too much cause a gold rush from what might’ve been for sixty years a bedrock of diamond Alice B. Fogel Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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