Monday, June 28, 2010

Jackie Clark

WE GATHER AT NIGHT


We have spent
the day collecting

like mercury.
Our shiny

beaded pool,
our independent

gauge. I am only
every adjective I can’t

think of and still
you are well-fitted

from bone to skin.
It is menacing

to acquire fences,
to drive down

from the mountain
day after day.



WE GATHER AT NIGHT


Under the
ammunition

of the red room
I am unwrinkling

gallantry with
a blindfold.

You are
forcing the hatch

and bounding
the floor in rubber.

The idea of us
is my palm

held up parallel
to my face.



Jackie Clark is editor-in-chief of LIT magazine. She is also the series editor ofPoets off Poetry at Coldfront. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming from Word for/Word, Sixth Finch, and Fou, among other places. Her chapbook Office Work is forthcoming from Greying Ghost Press. She blogs occasionally at No Help for That.