Mythmaking on the Merritt Parkway

By G. E. Murray
Aluminum sky. Only November   
Leaks into early frost
Like a ruptured jug
Of gas. I’d rather hold
Onto this road with pliers   
Than have another face of you   
Frisk my heart. Cool hands,   
The touch of every moon
Is crucial and incomplete
As a sponge bath. Leaving   
A backbone of lights
Behind me, a blinking string   
Of pelts in fox country,
I long to slice through
Connecticut’s middle, marbled   
And pink as medium-rare beef.   
I dream you.

G. E. Murray, “Mythmaking on the Merritt Parkway” from Repairs. Copyright © 1979 by G. E. Murray. Used by permission of the University of Missouri Press.

Source: Repairs (University of Missouri Press, 1979)

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Poet G. E. Murray

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Activities, Love, Relationships, Travels & Journeys, Realistic & Complicated

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