Maria Taylor - Three poems from "Dressing for the Afterlife"


Maria Taylor

Moon in Gemini

 

tonight the moon turns to its other / a twin in glass

tonight you’ll show me constellations of ex-lovers / stolen light

tonight our eyes won’t meet / tonight they will

tonight you’ll think of the past / drown in neon

tonight a woman in a mirror says, ‘go home’ / don’t listen

tonight be drunk & very wise / read: misguided

tonight you’ll seek the moon / don’t trust the brag

tonight someone will love / will hate

tonight the moon is frail / is strong.

 


 

 

Problems with the Idiom

 

It does not feel, as they say,

as if I’m walking into a brick wall.

 

No, forget that. I’m not walking

into it, I’m trying to eat a wall.

 

That’s more difficult. It’s easy

to walk into a wall, eating it isn’t.

 

I try and lance a brick.

The fork sparks a trail. To think

 

my teeth will suffer worse!

A whole brick wall. Where to start?

 

Where will it go? There is no

idiom in the English language

 

for love is a brick wall people eat.

The weight! My plate breaks in half.

 

The broken pieces remind me

of aspirin, maybe the moon.

 

The moon’s a romantic image,

often swallowed whole.

 

 
 

These poem are from Maria Taylor's new collection "Dressing for the Afterlife" , pub. Nine Arches Press, September 2020.
 
 
 
Copyright © Maria Taylor, 2020.