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September 24, 2018 >


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Two Poems

by Jenna Goldsmith


She and Her

She begins thinking about eyes
and their being closed

about Her’s
ocean eyes opening and closing

 sentences
like “You see me”

 and what it
means to see

Her’s eyes
closing and seeing She’s

and Her’s eyes opening and
seeing She, too

of easy associations
between eyes and windows

of symbols
the eyes windows to the soul and

Her shielding windows
in the morning

finding this
making sense.

 

Against infatuation

 We against infatuation
we letting my mind drift
we don’t letting my mind drift
we don’t listening to that song
we don’t reading that poem
we don’t laying in bed

We get up early, against infatuation
remedy for thinking
           we laying in bed, gradually
we letting my mind drift
in the morning
in the evening
eventually

 We making playlists as repositories
           against infatuation
            for listening later
            we don’t listening now
            we don’t listening now
            we don’t adding now

We listening, always listening
We keeping a song

 

Against infatuation
            we don’t looking when she walks away
           we don’t looking when she walks toward
           we don’t staring
           we don’t always staring
            we don’t always looking when she’s not
            we don’t always looking when she’s always looking    

We always looking when she’s not
           neck, arms, hands, hair, brain,
scalp, skull, thorax, heel, metacarpals,
roof of mouth, shoulder, elbow,
achilles, forehead.

Against infatuation
           we don’t stealing looks
we beg, when
we beg, when
we beg, when
we heaving, when
against infatuation

 

We lunge
against infatuation when we lunge

We push
pushing against infatuation when we push

We should knowing she’s looking
We should knowing I’m looking

Still, again.

Delicate, against infatuation
we do anything but just sit there
            against infatuation
we do anything but just sit here
         against infatuation

We won’t see for ways to say it’s you
We only seek for ways to scream it’s you
We screaming tip of skull you
We screaming under foot you 

We welling up against steering wheels
            Against infatuation

We let’s lock the door
           we let’s between the lines now

           we let’s crane our necks, we
           we let’s not give in we
          we let’s not give up we

Against infatuation because against infatuation has nothing to do with love

And against infatuation
            fever dreams it will never stop
            it will never end
           we will loving
          we will don’t loving
           we will sweet voice
           we will call it off
           we will slip away
           we slipping so far
            we to them
            we a walking away
           now running
           we leaving them behind
           blank, against infatuation
            we every poet who has ever loved you
            we every man who has ever loved you
           we every woman who has ever loved you
            now come here
           my doing anything but just sit there

 


Jenna Goldsmith is a poet and the Instructor of Writing at OSU Cascades. She is the recipient of the inaugural Kentucky Writers Fellowship for innovative poetry from the Baltic Writing Residency. Her work has appeared in Rabbit Catastrophe ReviewNew Delta ReviewThe WaggleInterdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment, and disClosure: A Journal of Social Theory. She lives in Bend, Oregon.