Poems and Texts

from LIFE IN A BOX IS A PRETTY LIFE by Dawn Lundy Martin

from Life in a Box is a Pretty Life

Lake, interminable. I do not know where my house is. Where
is my house? Summer steams by. Every border is cocked and
ready. Flatten body against cool earth. Lie without sound. Be
a cool corpse under wire teeth. The police are so young. They
do not hear the wailing. Wailing, I’m told, is a figment of
your imagination. What to know of the body’s refusal to
open, of its hidden cave? Put the cave inside another cave so
no one can reach it. Perspiration aches. Strain against dirt
walls. I have come to you from a metal house. We had steel
barriers to protect us from the sun. The lake drifts into
forever. Windows here are small and I cannot see myself in
them. What it is to be captured without spoons.

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