Nancy 1-3

1

Then we had noise and sick oppression.
I was a beast and the other a demon.
The titan of rage struck the anvil in my heart.
I would break myself, I would open the rod
Thrust into my backbone by my passive mother.
I would fight for her an all powerful father,
I would liquefy, refine the ore into a saber
Or a staff which striking rock made water.
I would kill you, you would love me, we must.
Scars and deep gashes, mine, her own
A history in hieroglyphics on broken bone.

2

We in the fury of hate broke the world.
We in the fury of love made the world.
The yes and the no, the stay or be gone,
The child and the wish to grow, the song
And the shouting to drown the song,
They were wooden homes in an iron furnace,
A trail of smoke in the moon’s hard mist,
The imploring of friends … what friends exist
Who could know the grip of hand to throat,
The suffocation within the incensed orgasm?

3

An ice fisherman at the unused back door:
May I fish in your part of the harbor?
Yes, and afterwards, bring your catch
To the kitchen that we can sit to lunch.
He was wary, his black boots never stopped
Stamping the floor by the kerosene heater.
What? No. All the same today is bad.
So, they have heard in this fishbowl town
The screams of the seasonals here out of season.
We do not live alone in our drama.

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