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3 Poems || Elsbeth Pancrazi


I walk through my twenties

 

without you

 

It’s a weird feeling

 

Or in the passenger seat

with no driver

 

There’s almost nothing

Half meals on the table

 

bread and salad

certain friends

 

identify me incompletely

 

in a piled field

of cut straw

 

Hey I’m still talking to you

 

but my hair and nails

keep growing

___________________

 

We fucked every hour

 

for I don’t know how

many years

 

Yes, I do remember

 

It did not feel arduous

to me, and what did you

 

come to fix the refrigeration system

 

know of feeling

You who’d trot

 

naked girl on horseback

 

in her infinite loop

I’m crying because

 

the movie

was fucking boring

____________________
 
It’s true, I made you

 

a horse rushing from the sea

 

a silent partner

a cowboy might miss

 

You lope up to me

and say hello

 

And here is the dream:

 

I give you apples

I never tell you

 

You’re foam on waves

I invented your shape

 

when the waves got boring

 

It is the dream of a cloud

overtaking another cloud

___________________

Elsbeth Pancrazi was a 2013 Poets House Fellow and artist-in-residence at Caldera Arts in Sisters, Oregon. Her poems have appeared in A Public SpaceBodegaBest New Poets 2013; Forklift, OhioH_ngm_nNo, Dear; and Paperbag. Clock her in Brooklyn.