Nicole Callihan: February 2017 Poet of the Month

Nicole Callihan: February 2017 Poet of the Month
Jan Erik Waider

Jan Erik Waider

48.

 

Do you believe me   believe me

if I could be other I would

 

would I   the peaches in the bowl

the lock that someone changed

 

I bailed on language before it

bailed on me   and this

 

is not a metaphor   the things

were things before they were words

 

if I could be other would I

would you will me to be   was I already

 

before I became   deep in my cells   

my mother guns it on a dirt road

 

I try to flag her down in the dark

 

 

 

49.

 

I try to flag her down in the dark

but the stars are too far gone

 

all yesterday I drank pink wine

from a tin cup   I make

 

no one proud   the sun was weak

today I’m slow   can only see

 

outlines   outline of the fox

of you   of my daughters talking

 

the clouds moving in   this life

I’ve built    my hands are dusty

 

with chalk   will not so soon

or soon be dust again

 

my days I waste this way

 

 

50.

 

My days I waste this way

as thou mayst in me behold

 

and I behold in thee

the rain that falls   the leaf

 

that follows   the bomb

in college I dressed up

 

as Ophelia   flower haired

and lay on top of a tombstone

 

a boy who couldn’t love me

took pictures   there is much

 

to take in this life   the train

a pill   good old fashioned grief

 

I unlearn to learn how to be 

 

 

51.

 

I unlearn to learn how to be

to learn how to be one must

 

learn what they already are

or is it    what they are not

 

what is it that is indivisible

the child that sits inches

 

from the television that covers

her eyes when one soap star

 

kisses another soap star

the stars that we once were

 

the soap that sits in the dish

the dish itself   a disappointment

 

the hunger I have is not hunger

 

 

52.

 

The hunger I have is not hunger

a state of grace   what I long for

 

is peace   this morning

my husband held me

 

in our bed   and the cup

on the table held water

 

and the sky out the window

held a few clouds

 

and my girls’ bodies held

their hearts   and I held 

 

my breath   this is all I have 

to offer you   the few words   

 

held in this small poem


Hillery Stone

Hillery Stone

Nicole Callihan is the author, most recently, of The Deeply Flawed Human (Deadly Chaps, 2016) and SuperLoop (Sock Monkey Press, 2014). She teaches at New York University and lives in Brooklyn, New York.