Monday, March 05, 2007

You know I hate the word Lover: Kim Addonizio

From Last Call

It’s when the woman in the corner gets up
and wobbles to the middle of the room,
leaving her blouse draped over a stool. Someone is buying
the house a final round, the cabs are being summoned,
and the gods that try to save us from ourselves
are taking us by the neck, gently,
and dropping us into the night, it’s the hour
of the blind, and the dead, of lost loves
who come to claim you, finally, holding open
the swinging door, repeating over and over
a name that must be yours.

From The Numbers

—I don’t know
how many hungers there are, how much radiance or salt, how many times
the world breaks apart, disintegrates to nothing and starts up again
in the course of an ordinary hour.

I want to kiss the body of my lover, the one mouth, the simple name
without a shadow.

- Kim Addonizio is fucking awesome!


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