Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet

stealing the title to atwood's notes towards a poem that can never be written

there is this need to
discuss pain

to describe
the color porcelain becomes
when it's smeared with blood

language i've been told
is a gift
and on a wednesday evening
late in the season of weeping ghosts
one of the words you unwrap is
loss

the space you stand in
falls somewhere between hatred and despair
and the sky is grey and hung only
inches above the rooftops

the walls tremble but hold

and when you pick up the phone and dial
maybe the word you speak into
your sister's waiting ear
will be decay

maybe the description you give
will be of two tiny arms
horribly deformed

what matters is that you
make her feel



2002 John Sweet

Featured Poetry
the body dissected and the cancer laid bare, (later)
building something darker in the ruins of the human cathedral
a cold spring afternoon in the world of darker truths
the poet runs out of words
number 29, 1950, second attempt
the collapse of the human cathedral: a premonition
to starve in a house we call home
a footnote to the season of rust
poem as a noose

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