Sunday, September 06, 2009

Dorothea Lasky


I am not of this world

And when I tell you that
You do not believe me

And force me to do things
I don’t want to do

What do I want to do?
I want to become a poem

Poem poem you went tunneling out of me
Ectoplasmic material
The sound of z

No one believed the monstrosity
Of my birth
No one believed the monstrosity
Of my death

Instead they treated me
As the kind of human
We all esteem

Sun, sunshine
A demon mask, the moon
Bitter trees
And butter, a proposition
A proposition
And days
A proposition

All of me
A candle
Burning as bright as a bird

A demon wife to dark night
A demon wife
I was to the dark night

Dorothea Lasky is the author of AWE (Wave Books, 2007) and Black Life (Wave Books, 2010). Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Columbia Poetry Review, The Laurel Review, The New Yorker, The Paris Review, and Satellite Telephone, among other places. Currently, she researches creativity and education at the University of Pennsylvania.