Cicada

By Fred Marchant Fred Marchant
That whine is the sound
of waste, rot, the frantic,
grinding inability to attend
to anything but sere thwarting
of yourself, a dry corrosion
which some say they know,
but you and I—
 
(my jaw clenched as you
turn a page,
you with a heart like drywall,
I who would
lace my arms with razors,
then press them
slowly to your lips,
the metal taste
mixing with flesh,
and through gritted teeth
I making the sound
of you, you, you
do not know, meaning
only me, me)
 
we know best.

Fred Marchant, “Cicada” from The Looking House. Copyright © 2009 by Fred Marchant. Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press, www.graywolfpress.org

Source: The Looking House (Graywolf Press, 2009)

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Poet Fred Marchant

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Living, Disappointment & Failure, Relationships, Nature, Animals, Love, Break-ups & Vexed Love

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Metaphor

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Fred Marchant's most recent book of poetry, The Looking House (Graywolf Press, 2009) was named by Barnes & Noble Review as one of the five best books of poetry in 2009. The San Francisco Chronicle picked it as one of the ten best collections of poetry, and the Massachusetts Book Award committee listed as one of the “must reads” of the past year. Janette Currie, writing in Pleiades, has written that “Marchant’s great achievement . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Disappointment & Failure, Relationships, Nature, Animals, Love, Break-ups & Vexed Love

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Metaphor

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