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A Prayer to St. Anthony of Padua and Sylvia Plath
Confusion over how
Ornithologists and Pilots are two different species
is worth pondering, but
The thought does not return
A continent to Elizabeth Bishop.
The middle of the day was
A broken dinner plate.
Saturday slipped from
My hands, of accumulating layers of
Chicago-winter and turpentine.
Describe water without words, without the wet, cold, hot, rain,
liquid, etc. words.
Umbrellas used to be made out of words, your words.
Watch the negative space that seems to grow bigger around the red suitcases,
The red amplified,
The liquid charcoal sipped through a straw
Sinking to the bottom to absorb it all.
On the Brown Line, bricks and metal,
Transparent skin and melting snow,
The sum of the velocity of the train
And the propulsion of my thoughts,
Windows are never
Safe to use as mirrors.
What if on the smallest sub-atomic level we were
Only made of sound? And
Death is only recognizable by missing someone’s voice,
Watch the negative space grow until everything heard inversed to invisible.
No one makes a t-shirt that says,
“I spent 4 days in the psych ward and all I got was hospital socks.”
Try counting ten, nine, eight, backwards
Next time you lose yourself. Say a prayer
To St. Anthony.
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