Saturday, January 19, 2013

Found Poem: Blood Sugar, January Twelve Years Later

At fourteen, my favorite poet wrote lines like,

"I want to speak hot metal fluently."

And

"Watching the suitors stagger home,
Now I'm butcher, now you're bone."

And

"Young girls tie ribbons around their slender throats
trying to keep their heads on."

On the cover in blood,
I DID IT FOR YOU stained the twenty-something poet's tits.
And Christ, I thought she was stunning.

So, it should not
surprise me now
that remarks from her elegy
overlap perfectly
with my twenty-something own.

"They will not know how many people
you brought into your life to inspire you.
When the affair would disintegrate
you'd say, 'Well, at least I got a poem out of it.'"

I'm just surprised that she's still alive.






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Excerpts from Nicole Blackman's collection, "Blood Sugar"
Poems:
"What I Want for Christmas (and other holidays where we speak of dead men."
"Chrome"
"The Ambitions Are"
"Elegy

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