Today's poem is by Dana Roeser
In the Horse Latitudes Dodging Acts of God on 1-65 on a Tuesday
Every modern house has electric wiring carrying power and light to its interior. We are
delighted with this dependence; our main hope is that nothing will ever cut off the supply
of current. Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, p. 36
Electricity all around
us, the 12 X 12
says. Let HimH.P.
support you
like a
current. My husband's
ever present hand
stroking his knees
in contemplation.
The bank only
wants to hear
his voice, I tell him
laughingly. "You're
their honey." Rock from
a passing truck slams
the windshield
makes a
divot. He's contemplating
men again
sleeping with
them. It's worse
in the summer. My desire
flames up like a
hot U.T.I.
I could have sex
four times a day. I tell
the first part
to California Mike after
the Twelve-Step
meeting. The Third
Step. Let him carry
you like
a current
like your house
has lights your
silent
dependency on
them doesn't
make you less
free. Rather
more so
maybe. Cara, the
newcomer,
says she's been
traveling
doing things
on her own
since she was
tiny! Likewise
she learned
to maneuver the
Vicodin/alcohol balance
to perform
as 'Smiley the Clown"
for her
children. She did
a damn good
job of living
her life loaded. No
need of any
extraterrestrial
assistance. Maybe
he should
experiment, Mike says,
referring to my husband.
Blackout. Plunge into
the Atlantic
nosedivethe pilot
signaled he was flying
through an area
of electrically-charged
clouds. Then, an
automatic
message, "Failure
in an electronic
circuit." And that is
all that was known
of Flight 447,
a towering inferno
of a storm
in the Horse Latitudes
off the coast
of Rio de Janeiro.
Higher than a plane
can fly.
55,000 feet. Air France
officials standing
around the Paris airport
with the counselors.
A counselor? I've
got one. She
shrugs about the thunderclap
of my
husband's desire. Act of
whom? She says
what would be the
crime if you
were wrong in the
plagiarism
case? With the Botticelli angel-
faced student.
Wrong. Clap.
Slap. It would
snap me out of
this accustomed dimension.
My husband hasn't
even heard about
the plane crash.
He's in a
dream. He and James
Baldwin
delectating on
a couch. So many
banned topics
in our poetry
group! I'm allowed
to write about
flowersI think. Or things
that happened
in prehistory. An Act
of God in Flora.
Lightning
struck a
transformer
power surge
ignited a couple's
house. The husband/
father got
out. But not the wife
and two young
children. Depend
on your higher
power like
a mysteryelectricity
but hope
the horses don't
jack out of the
paddock when Jodi
opens the gate
to let Jones out. Taking
bucking
dancing pushing through
the orange metal
door. Grey, bay,
chestnut. Dreamer,
Flipper, Blue. Their
blind muscled
bodies, their thick
necks. While we
stand below, yelling,
bang their chests
to make them
go back.
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