Noelle Kocot

Almost Nightfall

City lovely in its concocted dream, there

Is nothing more separating the I & the you.  On

The em dash of consciousness, we crossed

The fierce Rubicon together, we made

Sound and judgment defy phlebotomy.  The

Human soul bonds, in all of their particulars,

The brazen highways bringing us forth, a

Sort of lake appeared out of this fog.  Residue

Of a blackened life—don’t worry, the source

Is infinite—there will still be words when you

Wake up.  You wake up.  Tina Yothers had

An extreme makeover, and she looks good.

The city is now locked, but the country peers

Over our screens, which hold our faces in.

Author: Noelle Kocot

Noelle Kocot is the author of six books of poems, most recently, Soul in Space (Wave Books, 2013).  She also translated some of the poems of Tristan Corbiere, and they appear in a book called Poet by Default (Wave, 2011). Her work has been widely anthologized, including in Best American Poetry 2001, 2012 and 2013 and in Postmodern American Poetry: A Norton Anthology.  Some of her work recently went to Mars on the spacecraft MAVEN.

Plume: Issue #35 May 2014