Friday, April 1, 2011

where there's a will.

I sometimes hear voices reminding me to pay attention
touching my hair somewhere behind my right ear
more evidence that I might be unbalanced and fanatical

I stuff artificially lucky trinkets deep into my pockets
measuring with an imaginary ruler
hoping I don’t lose them somewhere through the holes

I rub dirty coins between my thumb and middle finger
tasting mint chapstick
and squint at the intrusive sunlight that burns
through my chipped windshield

I might be too far left of center
or too lost to find my way home
so I count the seconds between stoplights in Spanish
visualizing telephone poles balancing end to end
as they scrape the eastern nimbus clouds

© 4.1.11 heather brager


4 comments:

  1. good stuff! i think that it's cool that you are multifarious. i like your style of poetry. keep it up!

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  2. The spell is in the details, and the details are the hum that keeps the tires on the road, the breath in the lungs, the mint on the lips, the politics exactly left as they should be. Much love.

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