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Grocery List Poems - Rhiannon McGavin
Copyright © Rhiannon McGavin
First edition
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ISBN: 978-1-945649-97-4
Edited by Sam Sax
Proofread by Daniel Lisi
Cover Design by Cassidy Trier
Editorial design by Julianna Sy
Not a Cult
Los Angeles, CA
Imprimé au Canada
Contents
Pith
Manifesto in an unknown language
Top note
Elsa la Rose (1966)
Crush
Canoodle
The lilies!
Resolution
Libations
Chanel No. 5
Walking through the husband
Jewish Geography as According to Tante L
shvarts-apl
Horror movie finale with 5 things I can see, 4 things I feel, 3 things to hear, 2 scents, 1 taste
Overcast
Dream Diary
Habit
Perennial
Persimmon season
I say I’m engaged, actually
Engram
Prayer to be said at a graveside
Fire sale
View from magic hour
Mur Murs (1981)
Hickey
Song made from your leftover hair
Love language
on the first day of the general strike
talking cure
Parc Monceau, September
Notes
Grocery List Poems
Rhiannon McGavin
Pith
You want to be naked in the water
but if you did what you wanted, you’d cry half the time.
All morning you shelled pomegranates
for a kind new year, the membranes collecting
in a crescent on the kitchen table the skins
mottled thick like old bandages kept on out of superstition.
There’s a trick to it though you just clawed
at the fruit that hungry way, shred by shred.
Now you don’t know what to do
with your hands, standing on the beach while a mirage of holiday clothes
trembles down the shore. On sand everyone slips like a child
learning to walk, even rabbis. They’re wading out
to their ankles, the husbands
with their pants rolled up, the grandmothers lifting their skirts above the water,
the teenagers half-somber, casting away their current sins
to the ocean in breadcrumbs torn rose petals tender enough to fit a mouth
the tide folding over their little hurts.
You’re staring at the horizon like it’s the dull edge of a blade
rather than a house key. Your coat pockets
flicker with grocery lists and receipts, the gap
between your desire and ability. Yesterday
you couldn’t find any scrap paper and wrote eggs on your left wrist.
Lately you’ve been sounding out some facts to see if it’s still impossible—
I was torn into my body. There was nowhere safe to count the days. Time unlatched from my limbs so I left. A callus grew to protect the red hours. But the kid who screams at the bottom of my head has started panting. Soon I’ll ask what she wants to drink.
Empty
heels, empty loafers on the yellow sand
around you, the socks wilting
from their husks.
You’re coming into the moment
how you undress before a new lover. There’s always a part
where you have to close your eyes, open to the soft dark
passing over. You don’t remember yet
but at the most gone you prayed for the joys
of every peach fuzz baby on the bus and