Today's poem is by Stephanie Levin
Found
I'd like to be who I am with her all the time. So brilliant,
she tells the nurse who freshens the bed. She just knowswhere everything is. Without looking, I can slip my hand
inside her purse and pull out a tin of face powder.She'll grope the empty bed
and by the time she begins to reach toward the table,I've placed a Q-tip glistening with mineral oil
in her fingers. I want her to believethis is the way things are now;
everything she needs hangs in the air, waiting.If you want to know the truth, you can't trust me
with anything. I lose things no one should be able to lose:a young brother, a mother.
But I can speak as slowly and loudly as you need.I can make a book shout; surge us far into the chapter
and when your snoring wakes you, I'll jump back to the beginning.You'll ask me if I've done this before.
I can press the call button and make women appear at the door.
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from Green Mountains Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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