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new old forest: infrastructure

By (March 1, 2013) No Comment

I used to believe in humans
who seized death by a thousand cuts

who see the dry season as looking
for water and the wet season as rinsed clean.
that’s one less car to steal
the doormats, and break all the windows

with menacing lead pipes and heaps
of trash piled up: dis con indeed.
I dread crumbling sidewalks and urine-soaked
floors where all the books are ruined.

where women in huts communicate only
by clapping–one for yes, two for no–beading
accessories to sell to street shoppers for relief.
for door prizes. for these reasons,

resistance is beautiful and looks
not as trashy as it could under that trenchcoat
or at the forest banquet where welded chandeliers
and roaring fires in stone pits leave us gnawed on.

leave overflowed cornucopia of fruits and nut meats
on the clothed table. ripped out hearts preserved
in jars of bottled hetch hetchy water, distract
any afternoon parlor from its velvet cushions for tea.

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Betsy Fagin is the author of Poverty Rush (Three Sad Tigers, 2011), the science seemed so solid (dusie kollektiv, 2011), Belief Opportunity (Big Game Books Tinyside, 2008), Rosemary Stretch (dusie e/chap, 2006) and For every solution there is a problem (Open 24 Hours, 2003). She received a B.A. in literature from Vassar College and a M.F.A. from Brooklyn College. She is currently a Lower Manhattan Cultural Council Writer-in-Residence. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.

 

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