Some poets got married 20 hours after meeting
“Beauty will be convulsive or it will not be at all” he said
I should have taken you out to sea like Blackbeard
Let’s walk through the mall and I’ll buy you an Orange Julius
The day after we met one of my tiny succulents fell from the windowsill
I took a walk to a nearby mountain and breathed against the gates of a reservoir
Have you heard about the Hadron Collider?
They smash particles together to find new matter
Once the machine got going so fast the currents blew out
With nowhere to go
I’m trying to believe in forgiveness
Under the earth’s pink blanket is a set of ribs
Too big, even, for this
(Poem appears with permission from Emily Kendal Frey.)
Emily Kendal Frey lives in Portland, Oregon and teaches at Portland Community College. She is the author of the chapbooks Airport (Blue Hour 2009), Frances (Poor Claudia 2010), and The New Planet (Mindmade Books 2010). The Grief Performance, her first full-length collection, was published by Cleveland State University Poetry Center in 2011.