Christina M. Rau: February 2016 Poet of the Month
The Flood
And the dad fell out of the car
and onto the curb
the spill, the flood
the milk spoiled in the back of the fridge
a carton cut in two
for a planter.
And the dad fell into the garden
the dog under the bone
And the dad fell on the boardwalk
off the boardwalk rolled
over the dune
rolled down more sand.
And the dad fell out of the chair
in the dining room a short fall
the carpet at the foyer
thick and tasseled
And the dad tripped over the carpet edge
And the dad fell onto the wooden floor
And the money caught cold
split to the tooth
melted into another splinted hurt.
Flight Log
Nothing hurts in zero gravity
Everything hurts in zero gravity
There is no pain in zero gravity
except for the pain of zero gravity
This memory has zero gravity:
that time I watched Space Camp
and the scariest part was when the camper
floated away and away,
and the real astronaut in her motorized
chair floated towards him. There is speed
in zero gravity, but there’s also no speed.
There’s drifting. There’s nowhere.
No one cares about these things in zero gravity
If they do, these things get caught in the chamber,
and they cannot decompress in zero gravity.
They linger.
Overnight Rain
Rain over night
Equals
X over Autumn
Deluge on a shingled roof
acts as the only variable
except when the incline
parallels several sides
on a dodecahedron
minus the area of a triangle
scalene angled
Orange arrow obtuse
Open to cold wet hounding
Umbrella under grey
Equals
Y over wonder
Sunbreak in a streak
eaves of a building without
an address pinpointed
where vertices connect
Umbrella upside down
skies let go
acts like a bowl to collect
count the liters
mouthful by open mouth
Christina M. Rau is the author of the poetry chapbooks WakeBreatheMove (Finishing Line Press, 2015) and For The Girls, I (Dancing Girl Press, 2014). Founder of Poets In Nassau, a reading circuit on Long Island, NY, her poetry has appeared on gallery walls in The Ekphrastic Poster Show, on car magnets for The Living Poetry Project, most recently in the journals The Main Street Rag and Parenthetical. In her non-writing life, she practices yoga occasionally and line dances on other occasions. Find her links on http://alifeofwe.blogspot.com