The Process of Explication

By Dorothea Lasky b. 1978 Dorothea Lasky
I
 
Students, look at this table
And now when you see a man six feet tall
You can call him a fathom.
 
Likewise, students when yes and you do that and other stuff
Likewise too the shoe falls upon the sun
And the alphabet is full of blood
And when you knock upon a sentence in the
Process of explication you are going to need a lot of rags
 
Likewise, hello and goodbye.
 
 
   II
 
Nick Algiers is my student
And he sits there in a heap in front of me thinking of suicide
And so, I am the one in front of him
And I dance around him in a circle and light him on fire
And with his face on fire, I am suddenly ashamed.
 
Likewise the distance between us then
Is the knife that is not marriage.
 
 
   III
 
Students, I can’t lie, I’d rather be doing something else, I guess
Like making love or writing a poem
Or drinking wine on a tropical island
With a handsome boy who wants to hold me all night.
 
I can’t lie that dreams are ridiculous.
And in dreaming myself upon the moon
I have made the moon my home and no one
Can ever get to me to hit me or kiss my lips.
 
And as my bridegroom comes and takes me away from you
You all ask me what is wrong and I say it is
That I will never win.

Dorothea Lasky, "The Process of Explication" from Awe. Copyright © 2007 by Dorthea Lasky.  Reprinted by permission of Wave Books.

Source: Awe (Wave Books, 2007)

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Poet Dorothea Lasky b. 1978

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Living, Disappointment & Failure, Activities, School & Learning, Jobs & Working, Love, Desire