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"Anything can happen to a body like a brick." (poem)

The hats spinning out of control accelerate toward the letters of our

names something is being spelled out the mosaic contains bits of grit and blood the person of what we were getting

to know

has disappeared and what we were getting to know been condensed into the atmosphere of a brick those who are coupling are

disengaged while the glances of others are restricted to falling accidentally over a glasslike water a waterlike glass entrenched surface of a beloved face now closed like a thing that if pushed withdraws the whitegloved hand of the

magician behind the velvet curtain the jingling cup extended for spare change We must calm and reassure ourselves "I learned the language for you, he says, breaking his German as he drinks tea with the blond woman firm gestures that disintegrate and

tremble are best arrested at the shore of

old mistakes the hand that opens

is not out asking ceramic casts may be

fossilized emotion that if eaten as a mineral

supplement

strengthens the teeth that must now be held together by gold rather than silver which is too weak too corruptible we must strip our bodies of their

clothes as if they were those of our children and remember how the Pacific sandstone felt against our hands as we pulled ourselves up over the cliffs of what resembles the present object We must calm and reassure ourselves transform ourselves into a new kind of small bird that along with honey forms the diet of shamans tongues resembling needles extended into stone flowers the archaic weightless time the elastic moment the tectonic plate the sliding definition the hydraulic door the faultless logic the sadness of his eyes We must calm and reassure ourselves
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Author:Einzig, Barbara
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Date:Mar 1, 1993
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