Baby Steps in Doomsday Prepping: Prose Poems
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Baby Steps in Doomsday Prepping - Gerry Lafemina
ALL THESE LAMPS AND YET—
Syllables like flowing water, the house I lived in, close enough to the river to hear it on still nights. It’s a still night. That house is fifteen years away. You sleep, mouth open, skin pale against the pale pillow. All the dogs in the building across the street dream of backyards and bones too big to bury, bones stolen, no doubt, from the Museum of Natural History, not so far from here. The characters in the novel I set down wander its sentences, lost without me. I used to sit with a flashlight and a book and a radio. I used to get in trouble. I used to believe in enlightenment, in an age of it coming. I believed, too, in love with a capital L, believed in the upper case abstractions, believed I could list the capitols of Europe where I believed I’d visit. At least I got that last one right. Two blocks away the Hudson says nothing we can distinguish. Every evening now I collect the lower case letters of your name and mine and of the city in which we live, and pour them into a jar. I’ve punched holes in its lid. I keep it on the bedside table. They glow dimly beside me. Someone dug up Tyrannosaur bones, brought them to New York. Someone filled this apartment with lamps. Beside me you breathe in quiet, convert it to somniloquy, but there’s no conversing. Soon the first dogs will stir, but till then it’s night still.
CAT AND BIRD
–Paul Klee
The bird is tattooed on the cat’s forehead (why wouldn’t it be?) and in her disposition to hunt. How she hungers. How she wants. How she stalks the early starlings of February from the window sill, whiskers whisking the pane. Pacing. Pacing. Domesticated jaguar, she won’t be distracted, not even by balled-up paper crinkling, crinkling. Not even by a can of tuna turning beneath a blade. Sometimes she crouches as if she could shrink into invisibility, her stillness sudden and necessary. How wicked that I’ve hung the feeder so near the glass so she might listen to the chirping chirping, and later to the angry chatter of jays who taunt Tesla, exposing a white breast to her as if to say, white meat, right here, wings outspread, daring. How serious is she in her desire and frustration. How like any of us when looking longing in the eye.
TAXIDERMY/JIGSAW
Because she was articulate with her ardor, brought with affection gifts she left beside the bed, my cat will have a tenth life, not as a name engraved on a mahogany box of grit and minerals on the mantel, nor buried beneath a small mound behind the back garden as if she’d been a spaniel named Sparky. And no, I won’t do what a former landlord did with his dead Irish Setter, stuffed, forever sitting, one paw up as if to shake. Instead, let’s have the taxidermist remove the flesh and viscera from the bones, strip the muscles, too, until she’s nothing but puzzle pieces, re-articulated, a feline skeleton back from the prowl, all femur and rib cage like she never was, the small skeleton of a vole trapped in