When Orbital Proximity Feels Creepy
Right now there are teenage microwavesscreaming through your bodywhile you are having text with me.This is the moment I'll need you to sing with me.I am making my way in some dark roomlooking for other structures to love.From the left something speaking I can't identify.The floor goes unfixed and movingand this doesn't happen only at nightbut during the day when I don't want to think on it.That I saw a blood-orange ball caught out my window.That I'm listening to light and it said time.I'm listening to time, it says, ha.You need to be howling at bloody torn space.Need to be spooked out of your hidey-hole and its glowing mess.But I love this ball I'm riding on.The strange hunk of metal and rock whizzing around my loves and my loving.The fact I spin and it spins and everything is spinning close up.From far away it's so cool.I guess they call this physics or they call it laws.If they're so well-made, why do we suffer?I thought the day was openingbut now I see it's already gone.Outside the cruel dove has a broken window.The day isn't friendly.Who are you to me?A way to understand the floor?The floor that holds me up and leaves me standing.I don't know where to go.Me, Tuesday at 5 p.m.What does it mean to be in a room, any room.The wind banging against the clapboard.I know enough to see the cracked paneisn't going to be fixed anytime soon.Who has time for such things in the song?Breaking. Blooming.The wobble of light on wood-grain late in the day.In the loneliness of orange.In the loveliness of orange.
“When Orbital Proximity Feels Creepy” from SKY BURIAL: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS by Peter Gizzi.
Published by Carcanet, February 2020.
Copyright © 2020 by Peter Gizzi.
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission.
Peter Gizzi is the author of eight collections of poetry, most recently, Sky Burial, just out in the UK from Carcanet, other recent titles include Archeophonics (Finalist for the 2016 National Book Award), In Defense of Nothing, and Threshold Songs. A new collection, Now It’s Dark, will be published by Wesleyan in the fall. He works at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst.
"The poems are continually arresting and expansive, containing Whitmanian multitudes. The result is enjoyably overwhelming... There is so much interesting foam flying off these poems, that read like light glinting off stacked objects in an opened storage unit stuffed to the brim with salvage from the car boot of American poetry, or like Emily Dickinson listening to bees; 'Like trains of cars on tracks of plush'."
—Lucy Mercer, The White Review
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