John Landis Mason and Me
Let’s meet in the aftershop
where nothing slips.
We can talk about grip and lids.
We’ll handle tools
that fit our hands.
You can tell me all about
how to seal things in and out —
sugar and rot —
and how to catch summer
in a glass throat.
And I’ll tell you everything
I don’t know
of friction,
and how things always slid
between my fingers
when they were wet.
“You should dry them, then,”
you’ll say.
I’ll retort:
“Make something that holds me
better when I don’t.”
And you’ll invent it
without a second thought.
And we’ll name that place ours —
where the threads match
and nothing jars.
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Imagining this read loud, there is no doubt folk would know where it ended.
And we’ll name that place ours —
where the threads match
and nothing jars.
Lovely slant ours/jars. I’ve never read you before. Really love your work.
thank you very much
ADORE this (as I do all your pieces). That line- “how to catch summer/
in a glass throat.“ – knocks me out
thank you, Leah 🙏
Poet, I’ll not claim a favorite part of what you have shared with us.
Suffice that your ability to astound with your crafting and word choices is on another level.
Amazing poem.
thank you, you are way too kind
These rhymes (and the poem itself) are delicious.
thank you 🙏
Love:
And we’ll name that place ours —
where the threads match
and nothing jars.
thank you
Delightful, every bit.
thank you 🙏
I love the entirety of this poem. Wonderfully done!
thank you 🫙