Lilies Without
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Laura Kasischke
Laura Kasischke teaches in the MFA program at the University of Michigan. A winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award for poetry, she has published eight collections of poetry and ten novels, three of which have been made into films, including The Life Before Her Eyes.
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Lilies Without - Laura Kasischke
I.
NEW DRESS
Dress of dreams and portents, worn
in memory, despite
the posted warnings
sunk deeply into the damp
sand
all along the shore. (The green
tragedy of the sea
about to happen to me.) Even
in my subconscious, I ignored them.
(The green
eternity of the sea, just around the corner.) That
whole ominous summer, I wore it, just
an intimation
then, a bit
of threatening ephemera. Another
rumor. Another
vicious whisper. And then
they sang. (The giddy
green
girls
of the sea.)
The feminine
maelstrom
of it, I wore. (How
quiet, at the edge of it, the riot. How
tiny, the police.) The Sturm
und Drang of it. The crypt
and mystery. The knife
in fog of it. The haunted
city of my enemy.
(And always
the green, floating, open
book of the sea.) That
dress, like
an era of deafness and imminent error, ending
even as I wore it, even as I dragged the damp
hem of it
everywhere
I wore it.
I AM THE COWARD WHO DID NOT
PICK UP THE PHONE
I am the coward who did not pick up the phone, so as never to know. So many clocks and yardsticks dumped into an ocean.
I am the ox which drew the cart full of urgent messages straight into the river, emerging none the wiser on the opposite side, never looking back at all those floating envelopes and postcards, the wet ashes of some loved one’s screams. How was I to know?
I am the warrior who killed the sparrow with a cannon. I am the guardian who led the child by the hand into the cloud, and emerged holding only an empty glove. O—
the digital ringing of it. The string of a kite of it, which I let go of. O, the commotion in the attic of it. In the front yard, in the back yard, in the driveway—all of which I heard nothing of, because I am the one who closed the windows and said, This has nothing to do with us.
In fact, I am the one singing this so loudly I cannot hear you even now. (Mama, what’s happening outside? Honey, is that the phone?)
I am the one who sings:
The bones and shells of us.
The organic broth of us.
The Zen gong of us.
Oblivious, oblivious, oblivious.
MISS CONGENIALITY
There’s a name given
after your death
and a name you must answer to while you’re alive.
Like flowers, my friends—nodding, nodding. My
enemies, like space, drifting
away. They
praised my face, my