Today's poem is by Sarah J. Sloat
Curtains
For weeks I have been waking up
in the living room curtains,
their shrug and frump,and there
I have not met a single person.In the folds where I am rolled,
some mornings I have seen the Andes,
strands of wax, and in the stitchesonce I made out a line of ants
carrying their minute burdens.
Everything that appears possiblecan be turned into something impossible.
If a face appears, if I recognize a posture,
I raise a hand to flatten it.A tassel bunches the damask
like the tie of a robe,
but when it’s loosenedno legs fall out, no eye,
no heart drops
from its monstrous socket.
Copyright © 2008 Sarah J. Sloat All rights reserved
from Whiskey Island Magazine
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