Today's poem is by Rebecca Hoogs
Honeymoon
Suppose you know your friends
have been together for five years
without ever having sex, and thenthey marry. Even the words we're enjoying
the toaster seem scorched onto the thank-you note,
seem frenzied with innuendo.And there they are, up against
the kitchen counter of your mind,
the settings twisted to dark, burnt breadpanting out hotly from the two slots
like twin beds aflame, a jar of something sweet
tipped and spilling a slow-motion streamto the tile. Perhaps it is not how you would do it,
but it makes sense, how they did it:
the wedding in the Midwest,the land like a sheet, one corn-colored mile
unfolding after another; the honeymooning
not in Greece or Parisbut at home, all things being new
and sharp as untried registry knives.
Imagine the bearstanding before that at-long-last hive,
how he's all skin and bones
from living so longon nuts and berries.
Listen for the bees of yes
and no and not yetswarming sleepy, subdued from the smoke
of the fire just lit. Above, the old hunger
moon grows to overflowing,is pinned between waxing and waning.
And the first taste
the condensed collection, the work,the wait, the intricate dance
of all those years
tastes sweeter taken straightfrom the paw.
Copyright © 2004 Rebecca Hoogs All rights reserved
from The Laurel Review
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