Where the Question Has Marked
Michelle Greenblatt
When i coffee and cigarette the morning
just right so that my eyes don’t spider
tears, wrinkling, upstream uninhabitance
of my chest cavity i silverly deliver a poem
in a crisp and drunken (from a coffee &
adjectival) way, my mouth flinging smiles
at whomever walks by w/goodmorning
on their tongue
at i sit. sit here. right where the place
the question has marked&the exclamation
has pointed tho neverwhere the period
has ended for that is not a good place
for me, no, as i approach the questions
form themselves; i don’t much even have
to think they’re pulled on tight but I pull
them on tighter.
i coffeed the morning burned it today so
maybe this poem of mine won’t knock at my
door quite right but all the more reason for the
subject to be how even the morning can fail
me it’s true but i fail the morning too the custom
er of morning the purchaser of regret the returner
of dreams this one’s no good give me sadness
i say take the dream back.
2.14.2005
previously published by A Common Sense
