Friday, September 25, 2009

Trans-Atlantic Post

Hey, Guys. I can't wait to be back with you all in the Spring! I'm so glad the first open mic went well! Here's something I wrote over the summer.

With love,

Rakhel

We climed avalanching dunes

ground so solid from afar

ground solids beneath our feet.

And I collected

rocks to keep forever

to break open and know completely

tamed by hammer and reason.

And quarts is not a crystal.

Quartz is NOT a crystal

My 9 year old body tensed and pulsing

ignited by the friction of your

rock knowledge

against mine.

I knew crystals

from the Hall of Gems and Minerals

from the Museum of Natural History

from engagement rings

from common sense, motherfucker,

common sense.

So I ran to my mother

to verify my truth and

cheek pressed against the unconditional soft pouch between her

belly button and her pelvis

inhaling the sharp smell of woman I lacked and loved and loathed as a girl

she told me

quartz is a crystal.

Quartz IS a crystal.

All summer insurmountable dunes sank and shifted beneath me.

1 comment:

  1. I really like:
    And I collected
    rocks to keep forever
    to break open and know completely
    tamed by hammer and reason.

    and:

    Quartz is NOT a crystal

    and:
    the end save the last line.

    I would take out the "motherfucker" line. Maybe condense it into just the crystal topic although that might make it more shallow.

    I really like the description of the mother:

    So I ran to my mother
    to verify my truth and
    cheek pressed against the unconditional soft pouch between her
    belly button and her pelvis
    inhaling the sharp smell of woman I lacked and loved and loathed as a girl

    very good. very good.

    -Eric

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