I May After Leaving You Walk Quickly or Even Run by Matthea Harvey
Received this poem in the mail. Thank you.
I May After Leaving You Walk Quickly or Even Run
Matthea HarveyRain fell in a post-romantic way.
Heads in the planets, toes tuckedunder carpets, that’s how we got our bodies
through. The translator made the signfor twenty horses backing away from
a lump of sugar. Yes, you.When I said did you want me
I meant me in the general sense.The drink we drank was cordial.
In a spoon, the ceiling fan whirled.The Old World smoked in the fireplace.
Glum was the woman in the ostrich feather hat.
Trace
I am glad to have discovered your space today. Skimming through your choice of poetry is overwhelming, and I dare say this in a good way. Such confrontations, confessions, such tragic pleasure.
Hang in there and live well, T. And thank you.