Poetry Issue 15

   Issue #17 : July-December 2012

Marni Ludwig



Ceremony for the Closing of the Mouth


      You and I were having a fight
      in the street where we fell in love
      with our accident.

      Several artful lampposts instructed me:

      How to point.
      How to spin the lights.
      How to sit one chair away from myself
      in the auditorium of mistrust,
      where a piano lid crashes
      inside the stomach.

      You taught me to connect
      music to the will,
      though I did not say loudmouth,
      busy as I was bending
      spoons that were the exact shape
      my pain made.