Carol Moldaw

Three Fascinations
November 14, 2011 Moldaw Carol

Three Fascinations

 

1.

–to wake to an alarm

of kisses, a slow

fastening embrace,  not

the standard issue

cold compress pillow.

2.

It’s not—I shrieked

—not business as usual.

The words, as the car

climbed, exhilarated:

a rise each iteration,

shriller than the last,

increased until,

as if fastened

in their grip, the grip

of mourning, I could claim

to be lifted above the drear

din of the mundane.

3.

Rifts, elisions, occult

desires, concrete

regrets: sorted not

unlike laundry into day-piles

and night; dream and

day-dream; the unattained,

the unattainable; into “. . . of

what’s difficult” “ . . . to

a dying animal”; into what,

of that, can be goaded,

bleating, into words.

 

Carol Moldaw’s most recent book is Beauty Refracted (Four Way Books, 2018). The author of five other books of poetry as well as a novel, she lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.