Vanishing Interior

By Suzanne Buffam b. 1972 Suzanne Buffam
Little patches of grass disappear
In the jaws of lusty squirrels
 
Who slip into the spruce.
Cars collapse into parts.
 
Spring dissolves into summer,
The kitten into the cat.
 
A tray of drinks departs from the buffet
And voilà! the party’s over.
 
All that’s left are some pickles
And a sprig of wilting parsley on the rug.
 
When I think of all those
Gong-tormented Mesozoic seas
 
I feel a ripple of extinction
And blow a smoke ring through the trees.
 
Soon there will be nothing left here but sky.
When I think about the fact
 
I am not thinking about you
It is a new way of thinking about you.

Suzanne Buffam, "Vanishing Interior" from The Irrationalist. Copyright © 2010 by Suzanne Buffam.  Reprinted by permission of Canarium Books.

Source: The Irrationalist (Canarium Books, 2010)

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Poet Suzanne Buffam b. 1972

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Living, Separation & Divorce, Time & Brevity, Relationships, Love, Infatuation & Crushes

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Suzanne Buffam was born and raised in Montreal, Canada. She earned an MA in English from Concordia University and an MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Her poetry collections include Past Imperfect (2005) and The Irrationalist (2010). She has received the CBC Literary Award for Poetry and the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award.
 
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SUBJECT Living, Separation & Divorce, Time & Brevity, Relationships, Love, Infatuation & Crushes

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

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