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from The
Last 4 Things
That hard thread between us. Is it gold? Do I have to be so outshined by my curtain? Opened, Set down: to write or copy. To consider. To humiliate or humble, set down in heavy fog. To cause to pass into the given, to set a prisoner free. That hard thread is a bone. Is made of bone. When I was alone, a girl, the first loss, between tunnels, I didn’t need so much. I’d eventually get hungry. * Put your hand on my heart, a solid or solid phase. This is the foresight. The women are all drinking. * The first light has a reason. Someone asked “what is dying?” and someone at my side said “he’s gone.” Almost at once, it’s a story. And I promised to be brave * A turn, a mordent, a melodic argument A flag Climbing in the hard black shoes Dragging a stone The transition Alms That’s when I found out my insurance was
worthless Life had other qualities Because people disappear from the earth A green we did in seven values ** Kate
Greenstreet's chapbook, Learning the Language,
was published by Etherdome
Press in 2005. Her first full-length book, case sensitive, will be out
from Ahsahta Press in September 2006. Archived at http://lit.konundrum.com/poetry/greenstreetk_poems.htm |