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Poems by Elena Alexander
The Elect
You can't hear me
whimper over thumps
on your Bible the whumpety-
whumps of a flat losing
air "quickly, quickly, we're going away
where rubber meets sum down the road: fur;
flesh. Blaring
lights light dead eyes. Mouse.
Turtle-deer. Some body's home-
made child
stitched up,
to look almost real.
3 November 2004
This Time Gone So Fine
1.
Sheltered wilderness a paradox, naturally
macabre. I am
inside. Outside, goofy
moose face above graceful gams;
loon's tremolo; grand
web's hoarding, and nights,
the cat, her catch. Each fresh kill
makes kitty cry, a sound like sex while mourning
Your hunts aren't required.
Prides don't play with food?
Domestication confuses. What cat bats, bats back
a mole, a vole, last night, a squirrel. Restless,
mean, I wrest her prize. Fling it from the porch.
She sniffs blood. I stalk off.
In morning a man lifts the dead
rodent. Paws
recall my grandmother's hands
in final days, each pointy nail,
perfection. Its left eye, an em dash,
the right, open, shining a tiny black olive,
or just an eye
witness to its own abrupt subtraction.
2.
Five a.m. walkout.
Be where the storm
is
the wooden porch,
the pewtered pond.
Pink sugar-water attracts
wings razoring razoring rain
rain persistent
wings stay winds.
Sharp bones warm
within feathers and flap.
Slim bills suck
sappy treats meant only for them.
What can you say of false nectar?
It rots bird's teeth.
Jays come.
So do squirrels quarrels.
Some want water, some, seeds.
Each wants to feast another's feeder.
Nature's raw raucousness flares,
ebbs. Out on the pond
a loon eyes red.
Jackman, ME
Contributor
Elena AlexanderElena Alexander is a poet and writer. Poems or prose appear in, e.g., BOMB, the Brooklyn Rail, Geometry Literary Journal, Hanging Loose, Rattapallax, and as of May, 2019, The Body in Language:An Anthology. Alexander’s poem, “How the Lurking,” was chosen to be made into a public poster (2001). She wrote and edited Footnotes: Six Choreographers Inscribe the Page(Routledge, 1998), and received Honorable Mention, The O. Henry Awards Prize Stories, Best of 1997.
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