GLEICH

                      

CHARLOTTE PERRIN

PRONOUNCE THE -CH- AS IF YOU HAD CAUGHT THE -E- AND THE -I- ELOPING AFTER THEY MET IN YOUR MOUTH.
LET THEM ESCAPE IN BETWEEN YOUR TEETH,
BREATHING OUT.

THEY WILL BE BACK ANYWAY
LIKE A DEJA VU.
WHAT MAKES YOU SO SURE IT HAS NEVER HAPPENED? FRAMED IN METAL AND HIGH CONTRAST,
BITS AND PIECES ON THE GRASS,
ENCASED IN CONCRETE.
FOLLOW THE LEADER: LONESOME LINE CRAWLING UP A WALL. CAN’T GO MUCH HIGHER, THE CEILING SAYS.
TREES LAUGH OUTSIDE, THEY HAVE GROWN OUT OF SIGHT GRABBING ALL THE LIGHT FROM THE ROOM.
SEE YOU SOON, MAKE IT SOONER. IT’S GETTING DARK.
TURN IT ON OR INSIDE OUT AND IN, OR OFF TO HIDE
ON SET, OFF SET, BEYOND THE SEEN.
-E- AND -I- RIGHT UP AGAINST THE CEILING OF YOUR MOUTH, TONGUE BARELY LEAVING ANY SPACE TO SPELL, -C-, -H-, SEE? THIS PAINTED FLOOR, DEJA VU: A DARK CARPET,
NEARLY AS PREOCCUPYING AS YOUR THICK SOUND.
-E- AND -I- WILL FILL THE SPACE WHEN THEY LEAVE.

POEM FOR GLEICH by Gloria Maso


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