We were used
So it was a
The thought of
or ones we
is too much.
went in and out.
The spiders in the hallway aren't interested in
Across the street and across more streets, the
river fills in with fog.
The hour it is/the hour it isn't/the house not
The city is given and the century.
We stand outside the house and wonder what to do
about the spiders.
My point is, there's nothing wrong with them
You open a packet of sugar and eat it straight.
How much of you is insect or bird?
Upstairs, in my room, the houseplants are taking
That's what happens when you don't go there for a
Remember when we were walking and saw the Eiffel
This was like that, only with more spiders and
Éireann Lorsung is a writer and maker from Minneapolis but living in
Nottingham (UK), where she is finishing a doctoral thesis on love and
deconstruction. Her first book, Music For Landing Planes By, was published by
Milkweed Editions in 2007. A second is forthcoming next year, also from
Milkweed. A recipient of a Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Prize, she is
currently at work on three full-length projects spanning a history of the
long 20th century; a ghost-world concerned with atoms and cyclamen; and a
book of poems on femininity and migration. She is the organiser of the
Nottingham Poetry Series and editor of the print journal 111O. Find out more
at her website, ohbara.com.
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