2 Poems by
Kelley White
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Bunk
He'd nailed our bed to the wall
so I had to leave it
behind. I called from
New Hampshire to get a mattress
delivered to the "junior one
bedroom" apartment
I'd never seen. I needed
a real bed. A headboard and
footboard. A frame. I bought
the floor model cheap. Black metal
boat. Tugboat. Trawler. Built
the iron cube. I hung
it with cheap rayon "lace"
curtains. Surprised
there were butterflies
when the light came
through. Ten pair. Let them hang.
The children and I have a room
of our own. Thing
of beauty. Cradle. Cocoon.
Tie back, like at all my mother's
windows. Tie back and see
the world. Get seen.
Aquarius
I am careful walking
in the darkness of your room.
My hands bear cloths
to cool away the mingled
sweat. I think you sleep,
speak to my shadow,
"I'm seeing blazes." I smile,
yes, the lightning I have seen
crackle your hair, "There
are vases, vessels, tall,
some with slender,
what would you call them. . ."
"necks," "yes, necks,
some with wide open. . ."
"mouths," "yes, dark
lips, shapes, forms, glazes
grassland color, cool
green, prairie yellow,
blues of cloudless evening
sky. . ." I have lain
again beside you, air cool
through damp sheet, "O
the colors, colors of
Matisse, I am seeing, blues,
like that other, jewel color,
deep, metallic, blue-greens,"
"Klee?" "Beauty." skin cooling,
cool, will we yet sleep...
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