about nature
and stuff
the breezes
blustering bits but
sounds like fun
words
elephants of
words
bushes
blustering elephants
bits in the air
hitting us
bees banging
the storm doors
give me the
feeling of falsehood
just a little
like
winning at
something fun
winning really
kicking ass
bright faces
and days kicked between
dark days
weekdays winter days
separate
faucets busy
with the
toothbrush
or reusing my
magnetic mirror
in the dark
blue locker’s
stickered
unclean
its lock stuck
never exact
and I got no
pictures to hang up
these houses
belong
to these blocks
where bushes
lean like this
in the spring when
the weather
leans like this
selling itself
to new tenants
I feel a little
silly around
these
blustering houses
I feel fearless
like
feeding you in
the wind
with a pit in
my pocket
Liz Countryman is the author of A Forest Almost (Subito,
2017) and coeditor of Oversound. She teaches in the MFA program at the University of South
Carolina.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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