typewriter dropped from a height (couple of times) & other poems
By Alice Lyons.
There was the day that she she was a space holding the left
and right reaches of days we lived within that enclosure.
How I omitted the story. Ridged rubber steps I descended a Wednesday
S-U-B-L-O-O-H-C-S reversed in a sideview mirror cartouche.
My slung satchel. Scatter of weak light that’s been long-swallowed. Underfoot
gravel rock salt old snow stubble of Mulligan’s field already frost-stiffening.
Stand of high pines on the far side gauzed with every hour we ever sat in them. High.
Secreting stashes of acorns earlier gathered and flung at our citizens.
We had our reasons. Sometime I’ll tell it. That field was a square space
containing me and every moment that was mine without her death in it.
Then the blue air inflamed with an engine. Their unseen sedan waiting beyond.
The car was a new word to seal me inside of after too long of not
telling. Through the gap in the trees I walked toward a language I didn’t
betray I already spoke.
Our cul-de-sac its smooth tarmacadam. Short drive home. For an instant
I sailed on a loose tile in our front hall then it halted in a berth of grout.
My father opened his Chesterfield coat to enfold me in cigar air
and tinkling change. Only in my feet was anything felt.
Prone on the physio’s table
my sacroiliac joint hinged
on its edge, half-on
half-off, he said
if you listen to the fear
in your hip
that won’t rotate
outwardly, you’ll lose it.
Bone pointed up as the ligament gripped.
Twice posted out letterpress invitations.
Twice read Corinthians in a lovely ceremony.
My faithful family stood by
wished us well.
abroad on the main
typewriter dropped from a height (couple of times)
Their heads squash like calabashes
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alice Lyons‘ latest book of poems is The Breadbasket of Europe (Veer Books, London, 2016). She was a Radcliffe Fellow in Poetry & New Media at Harvard University in 2015/16. Her poems have appeared in publications such as Tygodnik Powszechny (Kraków) and Poetry (Chicago), as works of public art, and as poetry films in cinema and gallery screenings worldwide. She is currently directing an animated film based on the letters written from experimental filmmaker Hollis Frampton to Ezra Pound. She lives and works between the US and Ireland.
First published in 3:AM Magazine: Sunday, December 18th, 2016.