Winter 2005

WINTER 2005

Deborah Poe WHAT IS UNSETTLED BETWEEN US what is unsettled between us is how I believed you’d died the motorcycle crash on 405 the same age and red bike it’s hard to let go of you alive what is unsettled between us is the long hair that slips around the hair tie the whirlwind word play the way our bodies tucked into each other and the perfect temperature of being together after the heat your eyes a tattered tumbleweed your mouth a ticking time bomb your hands a velvet elvis how can i tell you it’s been three years and not a day goes by it’s as if you died but there you are alive in a dumbed down trickery your own mythology there was a field of alpacas there was the cabin called treehouse there were the trucks 4x4 sex and goodbye how could a love be so full and empty me like a late night street tell me, long hair, what is it that makes you speak will you only come to me in those dreams what does your mouth do now who is it bent towards in love here, look at my pockets i’ll turn them inside out outside you’ll see my grief hanging by a thread. Deborah Poe’s writing has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Majenta, Solo Magazine (review), Jeopardy, Poetry Midwest, and Snow Monkey, and Hamilton Review. Her chapbook ,,clitoris,, ,,vulva,, ,,penis,, was published in April 2004 by Furniture Press. She received her Master of Arts at Western Washington University and is working on her PhD at Binghamton University SUNY.

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