by Mark Bibbins, Editor
When California Arrives It Lasts All Year
Dreadful sorry and packed for balmy air,
I’ve no use for this shudder of adventure,
these conspiracy-worn streets puffed with pollen and froth.
There’s nothing like nurture to seduce a frontier
into collapse. In a cavern, in a canyon,
violet roses hung like bats.
I bend myself over the bed this time
just to see if I break, and when I don’t
I belly up, sick from the rotten bill of goods
I keep selling myself, herring boxes without tops.
It’s not that I didn’t exist here,
ankle deep in the foaming brine.
I have tried to keep the chalkboard clean
even as dust clapped a cloud about my head. I came here to learn, no?
And all I do is cover my ears. Please, no more recollection.
I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you.
Lynn Melnick’s first book of poems, If I Should Say I Have Hope, is just out from YesYes Books.
Sit down by the fire and warm yourself up with a whole bunch more poems and stuff. You may contact the editor at firstname.lastname@example.org.