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Amy MacLennan has been published or has work forthcoming in Hayden’s Ferry Review, River Styx, Pearl, Linebreak, Cimarron Review, Folio, and Rattle. She tends to like her lines enjambed and her rhymes slant. If Amy has a muse, then it's one that knots her hair in her sleep. She writes best when her hair is a mess.
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I Close My Eyes When I Listen to Poetry
People notice. But I still close my eyes
in class, at readings. The table legs,
scarred floors, cups of coffee get in the way,
almost blur the words. Even the light
is too much. I don’t want to see you,
poet speaking from the books, poet of the open mike.
Not your fingertip scanning down the page,
not your mouth. I want to be
your mouth, in the dark, your tongue
between our lips, the liquid l’s and r’s,
a fricative f in that inverted kiss.
I wait for your keening words, your aching words,
first spoken with no one else there, sounds
of animal or infant, fragmented, green,
pawed through and kept. Still naked.
And when you pause, I breathe as you do,
leaning toward the air in your throat,
your projected wanting, your final line.
(First published in “The Sand Hill Review,”2005) |
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(Following the success of the first Erotic Art pen, Casanova, Visconti introduces the Shunga. Based on Japanese eroticism, Shunga reflects the customs and artists from the 17th to 20th centuries. Polychromatic xylographies of erotic images were produced on Shunga panels, used for multiple purposes - illustrations for love stories, instruction of young brides, and as lucky charms. Courtesy of “Joon Pens.”)
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