Failure to Thrive
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Dumpster fires outside discount stores and rotting whale carcasses; optical illusions and memento mori—all “coming to you direct, / by way of this Rube Goldberg machine.” Failure to Thrive zigzags through excess, taking in the big picture through the lens of a pinhole camera. These poems ask us to lean into our senses, to “spend time loitering, slipping coins into attention’s slots, / anticipating the next big pay-off.”
Hip and cerebral, this witty collection is as quick to make fun of itself as it is to turn its humour outward, where false historians have free rein, answers come in the form of questions, and the apocalypse seems like a good time to knit a sweater. Suzannah Showler’s debut shows us how a failing world can be the site of aesthetic renewal rather than decline.
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Failure to Thrive - Suzannah Showler
POEMS | SUZANNAH SHOWLER
ECW press | a misFit book
SENSORY ANCHORS
THE REASON
Because you are the kind of person who
lets their perishables expire the way they want to,
from the inside out (say, like an eggplant,
the colour velour was invented to live up to,
rubber-skinned, preserving its opaque dignity
until the eleventh hour when you touch it with,
maybe, a dirty chopstick, and it collapses
into its own long-sludge-gone guts),
the kind of person whose circadian rhythm
has a half-life, who has too-vividly imagined
the texture of wet rat fur (considered the rat
as what might emerge, grease-licked, from the turnpike
of the throat), who worries over a receding gumline,
spends mornings after-punched from blown-out
night hues (colour-blocked, full-field-of-view,
edges like scintillating scotomas), keeps the moths
in the pantry for pets, has a mantra ("there is too much
of everything") to scrawl across
any surface that will end (humid water-film
on windows, Post-its laid out in art supply stores
to test the mettle of pens) —
I know you will know what I mean when I say:
Vacuum me up. Blot my face out with a plunger.
Let my mitosis be reverse-engineered.
Withdraw me into the dark.
I take it all back.
NOTES TOWARDS SOMETHING NEARLY ALLEGORICAL
The ground, clay heavy, follows you across the field,
caught in your tread, grey and mottled with the aftermath of a hobby harvest:
the stalks of sunflowers mummified, light as bird bones.
You arrive at the back of the property, your feet scraped equine
on the unmowed grass behind the house. There is the house again
in miniature, in stone, and you go into it.
In a room freshly turned into a shrine,
you reach into the viscera of a dust green duffel,
pass your hand over.
When you leave, you’ll pull yourself out of the valley
to the tune of a few hours’ hitchhike,
moving with an odd-digited limp, carried
onward by the skin of your thumbs.
DAY FOR EVASION
The morning offers evidence of a rain you slept through,
pavement like grease soaked through a sandwich bag,
and there’s definitely a fire burning inside the metal Muppet-mouthed
industrial garbage bin open outside No Frills. The fire’s low and mangy,
like a nest where light hatches, and the air out here
smells like a dentist’s office in its busy time: overheating rubber,
periodic elements, a fresh mess of fragile membrane
cut into, pulled back — every hard,