Because you
can’t drain the basin
and expect the air in the bowl
to support the embarrassing
weight of your longing.
If it helps,
you can think of its
magical properties: they pump
possibility into and
through what had been used up,
dried out,
bereft of function. But the
whole
procedure wastes a lot of clean
water.
There is a rendering
and there is an after.
Displacement
is not identical
with fault.
Ashleigh Lambert is the author of the chapbooks The Debt or the Crisis (DoubleCross Press) and Ambivalent Amphibians (Dancing Girl Press). Her poems and reviews can also be found in Bone Bouquet, Coldfront, Diagram, Forklift, Ohio, H_NGM_N, Redivider, Rain Taxi, and The Rumpus. She lives in Minneapolis.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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