Tuneby Laura Mullen
posure / stances
notes scribbled frantic before the place
enters who has entered it too knows or known to see
den / ger / ing
Stepped in and out of the window like Williams
Described cat across going precisely
Who has travelled, testing memory.
From / to
Images of closure (variations)
The formal beds
And when he couldn’t find the road he said what’s wrong
with this map (or what is)
Encounter forward back (what is wrong with me)
“As part of my material” (I was a zoom, a framing
procedure. Let me correct that impression…)
Stood in the overflow sipping the terrible cheap coffee
and already (only two days into the house hunt)
desparing. The muted ching as the phone
accepted more coins. Pouring water from
a broken pipe slicked cracked asphalt.
Bury that. Dig it up. Bury it again You at
the grave’s lip, trying to say “day” so as to
make it rhyme with “Eternity.” Forcing Eternity
to rhyme with day. To what shall I compare
the weather. Time damaged images replayed.
Opened the and pretended to read (what was
Mullen is a Professor at LSU. Her 4th collection of poetry is forthcoming in 2011.