Veckans dikt 17: The Small Husband av Heather Christle

 

If you want to talk to your husband
and your husband is very small
you lie down on the floor
and the floor is cold
but you warm it
and you look at the wall
where it meets the floor
You are five to eight inches
from the wall
and there are no other noises
Traffic everywhere has stopped
for the holiday
but the parade does not come by
for another couple of hours
and you are neither  hungry
nor too full
and your body is a long silk bag
full of lightweight batteries
arranged on the floor
so it touches the floor
in the maximum number of places
and math has real world value
it turns out
which is not all that surprising
and there are weekends and desires
gestating in your throat
pink and hairless
like mammals
and you close your eyes
and say things to your husband
but he is small
no make him even smaller

 

Heather Christle

© Heather Christle

Ett stort tack till Heather Christle för att vi fick låna hennes dikt, som är hämtad ur What Is Amazing (2012). Hon har även skrivit The Difficult Farm (2009) och The Trees The Trees (2011), som vann Believer Poetry Award.

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