Review by Mary Meriam
By Cynthia Kraman
YBK Publishers, Inc
Perfect Bound, 140 pages
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I woke up dreaming that I went to you
And you were owner of a little bird
It cut my young brain
into a brilliant bowl where I poured pain
How hijacked I’d been by me mum’s gruesome group
Of Motls and Shmuels and Gittels and Leahs,
The dead rising angry and hungry and dead
The dead are so dead oh my darling, so dead
And locked in my heart, oh so locked in my heart.
Because that’s they way my mind works, how it
conjures up genies of remorse and pain
out of a June night in a London lane.
(“Half Moon Street”)
“To You If Then Comes”O sweet my mine, if I get sick again
O guide me then, when winter storms in me
O navigable hours, when you made fast in me
O harboring time, and these we married up
And made two twin, to tumble in the waves.
Unfurled, the land! The arable, the dry
The old and torn, the beautiful and formed.Come resurrect our sights, our sighing charts
Come sit beside, come show it all to me
Come touch the dimpled satin kissless lip
Come touch the touchless, light the sad unlit
Come climb my masted heart unwandering
And rearrange an ended calendar
And re-begin departures on wide seasWhen pain has reached its unknown outer rim
When I cry out, come over up my mouth
Cover up my eyes, my mouth my moving tongue
My heated little limbs, my lamby parts
My cold hard ribs, my salty toes and tips
With you with you, with you my other best
And hold and hold and hold and hold and hold.
Mary Meriam’s poems and essays have appeared in Literary Imagination, The Gay & Lesbian Review, Windy City Times, Rattle, A Prairie Home Companion, Light Quarterly, and others. Her chapbook, The Countess of Flatbroke (afterword by Lillian Faderman), was published by Modern Metrics. She has an MFA from Columbia University.