LIKE UNTO LIKE
Like a goose trapped under a car
because the car didn’t stop for it
and instead seemed to speed up—
like that, but what is it that’s like that?
It’s like we’re all vehicle, no tenor.
All vehicle, no tenderness. Even so,
the goose manages to waddle away
as onlookers’ mouths, stretched
to empty eggs, deflate—not hatch,
no, nothing is born here, like this.
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Your poems are so beautifully constructed, Kristi. I’d like to see how you draft them. (I studying them see how they work).
Thanks for reading! I usually start with a phrase or image and let the piece unfold. In this case, it was the image of a goose being hit by a car near the intersection of Goss and Eastern!
How everything connects is so well done. And those last two lines are gorgeously haunting.
Thanks for reading, Maira! I’m glad the last two lines resonated with you.
No word wasted – love the economy, the lineation, gorgeous last line makes me reconsider the whole poem
Thanks, Liz.
Every word is powerful. Gorgeous.
Thanks, Anna. I’m glad you think so!