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Poems of the Week – Zachary Schomburg

12 Jun

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.

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