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I Pull the Strings
Down in the Dirt (v121) (the Jan./Feb. 2014 Issue)




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Broken Bread

Matthew Schmidt

I clampdown, in conversation
my mouth, uvula, tracheotomy—
or well meaning words
stick to my palate as a tang
of boysenberry lingering.
This is going nowhere
you say when arguments
do not resolve themselves
through our well meaning
deferments, concessions.
I’ll paint the vestibule
if you’ll wash the laundry.
Don’t you know all my socks
are dirty? Won’t you dirty
your jeans, white; drips, blots?
Give me this day daily
rhetorical punditry. No, give
me this day sparse clouds
silent mouths, cluck-less
in tongue, your cheek
to kiss a rosy red
and forget possibility
inherent in thorns
which are there
if we let them remain.
I simply shift my eyes
when your hips meet your hands.
Forgive my traipsing to the sink
while you were sprucing up
singing a lullaby softly
over scratch of razor
on leg; I needed to brush
my hair darling. I needed
to floss—don’t you see
we keep doing and doing
maintenance while we still can.
Your orange slippers, fuzzy
muff tops. Your crossword
puzzles started all over the house.
I paint each square white
a new beginning for the entry
for guests to see how neat
how well-lit and airy our domicile
has become now that we two
get along, agree on a direction
in which to flow, hoist spinnaker
bow down that way, near buoy
we’ll veer right and keep going
until we wake or fall
asleep in the burgeoning sunlight.



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