The Only Worlds We Know
By Michael Lee
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The Only Worlds We Know - Michael Lee
RASMUSSEN
I
AND
what does it mean
when you and your love sleep
in the same bed for the last time
& you lie awake saying nothing
because you know it
& maybe if you never
sleep you will never
wake & the birds
won’t sing & the sun
won’t know to rise & you
won’t ever be alone again. & what
does it mean when you can feel
her body only a foot from your own,
but you are certain if you reached
out for her arm or cheek
you would not find anything
other than the sheets, still warm,
& no matter how close she gets
to you now, she will always be out of reach.
& what does it mean when, finally,
you fall asleep & both awaken
to a gunshot in the dark—
like a single string
in the instrument of night
had snapped—
& she crawls into your arms
for protection—but of course not the real kind,
because that bullet, if aimed at you,
would have gone through you both—
what does it mean when you realize
that’s all love is: a small & feeble shelter
from the inevitable?
From bullets & time,
from rain & also drought,
& if the bullet were just a tool of grammar
in the language of the unspeakable,
would it not be a conjunction,
would it not be the word and
for doesn’t it connect us
to the only two worlds we know?
THE LAW OF HALVES AS APPLIED TO THE BLADE
2.
My math teacher steps
toward the blackboard proving
that if you continue to halve
a distance between two points
you will never reach the end.
1.
I stood two feet from the door.
Then one foot. Then six inches.
.5
From the onset of forward motion, the knife
must have been two feet from the first point of entry.
I picture it being one foot. Then six inches.
.25
The knife is barely moving now.
Its point still hovers over his chest.
His shirt is clean and his hair dry, and I
have grown older waiting for him to return.
.125
He has had time to ask his mother why.
She has had time to notice his new haircut.
His laughter thawing in the air.
The basketball spinning forever in his hands.
.0625
There are still, in the end, atoms shivering
between us. In this way none of us ever
really touch, and the blade hovers there
forever, and my hand never slides
across his casket or holds the morning
paper hot with his name. Even now
I feel his face warm against mine,
wet with laughter or perhaps
0.
HUM
The fly suspects I’ll be dead soon—
some nights I suspect the same.
It hovers, touching me lightly
before lifting off surprised, as I am,
by my warmth. It is a kind of madness
to see the inevitable and be unable stop it
or even articulate its reach, to reach
and be made of so many small failures:
this buzzing I cannot kill. I cannot leave.
I cannot touch the ones I love
made small by love.
I try to resurrect you here—
where