THREE POEMS BY ZACHARY SCHOMBURG
THIS IS NOT FOG THIS IS COBWEBS
This is not fog
this is cobwebs.
All I have is cobwebs.
I will make a dress
for you
after plucking
with my fingers
from
the fragile silk
a spider
a spider
a spider
O Evelyn,
look
our ribs
are zippers.
I’M RIGHT HERE I’M A KIND OF LAMP
I’m right here.
I’m a kind of
lamp
for you to see
the baby
how you
make
the baby how
you make
the baby
move.
THE BLACK HOLE
I found a black hole
behind the abandoned hotel.
when I pushed you into it
you just kept falling
right there
at its infinite lip.
You looked like the second hand
of a clock
without a clock.
You looked like an arm
uncrossing.
OOOOOOOOOO
OOO
That’s the sound
you made.
* all poems from Scary, No Scary, Black Ocean, 2009.
