So often the body unlatches its lid and stores away excess.
The cause of the storage.
The fool said so.
Said recovery was an issue of storage.
Says, “I dedicate my storage to you.”
So ordained, the dedication
occurred as a form of sacred logic. By which
the fool means—causality: means
rarely did things happen for a reason. Yet foolishness is
all that adorns, and recovery is a finding. All extra that the consecration wears to
this day as a stole upon the recuperated body.
Elizabeth Robinson [photo credit: John Sarsgard] is currently the Hugo Fellow at the University of Montana. Her most recent book is Counterpart (Ahsahta). Two new books are forthcoming: On Ghosts from Solid Objects and Blue Heron from the Center for Literary Publishing. Robinson is a co-editor of Instance Press and a literary annual, pallaksch.pallaksch.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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