On my kitchen table
mingle a phone book
a new watch
still in the package
because it doesn't fit
a video camera not yet used
stickers that came in the mail
even though my daughter
is not old enough
to know what her hand is
much less stickers
with mickey mouse faces
a copy of Howl
and a candle.
This kitchen is a
domestic dream and
outside the new snow
freezes everything.
2 comments:
I visit you more than you know and I love your poems, Leslie. This one in particular. I love the mention of "Howl" -- such an iconic poem! Certainly a defining moment of the age.
Something similar that you should scope out is Julia Ward Howe's "Battle Hymn of the Republic" which is a bit similar in "style," though even How The Grinch Stole Christmas can be considered into the mix of iconitries, methinks. Plath's "Daddy" is something to check out, too.
Your poems delight me, freeze me, make me shake a mental-leg. Something like that.
I love when verbs are used well. "Mingle" here is just seriously great writing.
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