Backtalk
By Robin Becker
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Backtalk - Robin Becker
I
NORTH
We can’t stop going north, you say,
which means the apples have frozen in the back
and the conniving raven is throwing snow in our faces.
Though we take the first exit and circle,
we’re back on the highway heading north.
Like pioneers pressing north by northwest
across the country, like anything Norwegian,
we’re getting colder. North, when we want Boston,
safety, meals cooked, households.
Out here, whole neighborhoods float
in the polar waters, and whales turn up
on the village beaches; they are the dead
loosed from circumstance, come back to tell the truth.
At the potlatch, we’ll turn our palms up
to the Northern Lights and surrender everything—
we who had so carefully planned and packed,
leaving only the distant future to chance.
When we skid, you clutch my neck and the car swerves,
severing us from the neat chain of drivers.
At the guard rail, we stop, confounded by time and direction.
Silverware, placemats, coffee pots, dishes lie scattered
on the seats; our hearts beat on, we push north.
A LONG DISTANCE
You disappeared through a tunnel in July;
that was Logan in Boston, my city, a day
when the airport was bright with arrivals.
I lost my imagination,
couldn’t picture you once you were gone.
7th grade was a large empty map
with the continents drawn in.
I remember Africa:
Se-ne-gal, Gui-nea, Si-er-ra Le-one,
Li-be-ri-a, I-vo-ry Coast.
The rhythms of the words held the countries
& the curve of north Africa in place.
The New York Times says
there is a national strike in your country;
by the time I get an overseas operator,
you’re recovering from amoebic dysentery.
I hear my voice clacking over the lines,
& I remember the globe that was a pencil sharpener.
I remember standing in the lunchroom
& trying to figure out
how I could be standing in the lunchroom
& standing on the earth which was the globe.
One night I dream the globe is flattened.
You start climbing north—up to me.
The dream ends with you in Tunisia—
a tiny figure climbing—
until the globe is folded in half.
A GOOD EDUCATION
First, there’s daddy, big spender, picking up
the check & mother glancing into his fist
trying to see. She notices the tags
hanging from the dresses, but in the men’s
store, he says one of these & two of those
without looking.
It wasn’t fair, who got
what & why. I never knew what anything cost
until it was too much or cheaply made or not for us.
Fractions I never got either,