Instructions For The Lovers, Dawn Lundy Martin

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Instructions for the Lovers, Dawn Lundy Martin

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“He looks through the wound of my life like it’s light. So I let him.”

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from Simone Weil’s Pre-War Notebook

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You are forever one decision away from an entirely different life.

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We give each other a year to find
reasons to live, but it’s not even day
one and I have a handful, more than
enough for the both of us: last night
the train heavy on its tracks yowled
in such a discordant way you would’ve
laughed your ass off, this marvel of man-
made machinery, its tons of machismo,
honking most undignified. Who will notice
if we’re gone? How about this: my money
plant actually withers when my bank
account nears $0. Coincidence? I think
not. What about all the dogs we could
rescue and the ones we can’t if we’re
not here? Think of the sweet mutts
who took a shovel to the head and still
survived. Who will love them like you
will love them? And you haven’t
seen the curiosity of hens, how they
bawk and preen and peck and bully,
the small miracle that is an egg every
morning, still warm. Today the nesting
box latch broke and the hens got loose.
There’s nothing like the bliss of a silly bird
who thinks she’s outfoxed her keeper,
puffed there on the maple stump, grooming
her wings, her triumphant saddles. The birds
escape more than I care to admit,
and one day I’m sure I’ll find them gone,
like when Dorothea flew over my head
and out into the street and I ran like
I hadn’t since middle school gym class,
my lungs barely burning for the adrenaline,
me yelling after this chicken in front
of God and my neighbors in a city
that hasn’t even roused yet, me versus
the hen who can’t be reasoned with:
But the stray cats will eat you! The hawks
will too! You’re everyone’s food! Sarah,
maybe we should be like the hen who
thought I might eat her but was tired
from the chase and scared of what’s
next, who chose instead to trust
the arms around her would carry
her back home, who laid her head
on my wrist, whose heartbeat begged
my hand for mercy. Have mercy on me,
I don’t want to live in a world without you.

the sarah poems by Ruth Awad

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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, "Summer Goodbyes", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

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btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

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