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Lisa Zaran

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With Arms of Blue

With Arms of Blue

To go along dying and singing
~Cesar Vallejo

To go along living and breathing
into a world that is dying, cloves
knocking into lungs, the bloody
raincoat of love, that poor shrub
of a spouse spilling always, a multitude
of whiny details.

Misery, complaints, traffic, the cost
of things, etcetera etcetera.

Forty years, you'd think I'd have learned
each groove in the rock I call my life
by now. You'd think.

I run my hand along the banister of days
and come up with splinters.
I build a bed to die in and my daughter calls
on the telephone requesting to borrow
a mattress.

The audience I think I have is not real.
The lover I thought was mine is so far gone
by morning it would take a time machine
to find him.

All my dreams draw up beside me
wagging their tails.
As I reach to pat their heads,
an hysteria of teeth and nails.

Copyright © Lisa Zaran 2009
Originally published in Poetry Super Highway, Oct. 2009