Photos & Postcards
fill carafe to the mouth
red ring on tablecloth
everything
brown
walking
edges
broken
glass pane
black
cat revealed
wet-streaked
stone
barred
windows
arched
wall
buildings
flat
avocado,
oil
shrimp
smoked
strips swordfish
bread
(portions
small
oil
equally dispersed)
all houses brown
look down
no depth to roofs
overlapping cards
like a movie where
everything flits
where wings jostle
pass a roll
spread butter
exhume
devour
everyone hides smiles
wears outfits
knows we are strangers
Stage Fright
I hid
under its bridge
ran for the capital R
swam in its belly.
But everything’s an abstraction.
There are no distinct boundaries.
It stands tall
beckons
so do
gold walls
marble finger
Air plane.
Solace is where
I’m asking the
question.
There can be
no you and
me.
Row in Romance.
Crack open
let red shell
dry.
Jennifer Firestone teaches poetry workshops at Hunter College.
An excerpt from her manuscript, Holiday, is forthcoming as
a chapbook by Sona Books in June 2004 http://www.sonaweb.net/chapbookseries2.htm.
Her work has appeared in LUNGFULL!, moria, Karamu, The Cortland
Review, Tin Lustre Mobile, Sugar Mule, Feminist Studies, Forpoetry.com,
Madison Review, Interim, Sun Poetic Times, Phoebe, Free Lunch,
and So to Speak: Feminist Journal of Language and Art.
