Tuesday poem #689 : Kristin Lueke : i got where i was going but not before i changed

 

 

“I’m writing to you
all the time”
—Franz Wright

 

you may be moved to discover on a train
to stockholm you hadn’t planned on—
the other one having burst into flames
the station before you boarded in malmö—
you actually quite enjoy a thing
you'd previously dismissed, for instance 

the poetry of a dead drunk austrian,
yourself, black tea with bergamot.
confronting that you might consider
spiders, sparrows, meditation, surviving
surprise or a gesture, a ticket, an engine
ablaze, a world weary with trying, my god—
            all this love you may have missed.

 

 

 

Kristin Lueke is a Chicana poet living in northern New Mexico. She is the author of the chapbooks (in)different math (Dancing Girl Press) and here i show you a human heart. Her work appears in Sixth Finch, Wildness, HAD, Mizna, Okay Donkey, and elsewhere. She writes at www.theanimaleats.com.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan