J.D. McClatchy
Division of Spoils
“Tea with the Local Saint”
The pull of desire is nicely captured in this anaphora.
I wanted to feel the stalk rise and the blade fall.
I wanted my life’s arithmetic glazed and fired.
I wanted the hush, the wingstroke, the shudder.
Despite the repetition there is something jagged in these lines, like life itself.
And so for day 2261
20.02.2013