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Marya Zilberberg


Sometimes the Rain

Sometimes the rain clings
To the earth and
Caresses it with
Its rivulets

Tonight’s wasn’t like that
The torrents collapsed with
Such violence that
Droplets bounced off
The pavement and
Scattered like
Lighting bugs
In my headlights

This day

This day whispers to me

Before my eyes are even open

It invades my breath

Hitches a ride in my blood             vessels

And diffuses into my organs

Tissues and cells

Once it gets to my brain

It pulls the alarm and

My breath invades this day

And we inhabit

Each other’s molecules

And I whisper “love”
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The blessing of a dead battery

As the question sits still

Waiting for me to enter it

An answer rushes in

Without so much as a knock

And flits in my cranium

Bouncing off its walls

The question awaits

The demise of the battery

It will still be there

When spent again

I remember to look

At the stars

Snake on a rock

You warm my reptilian brain

And for a moment
All danger

Recedes

I slither out of my skin and

Press my entire

Vertebrate

Length

Each nerve ending swallows

My action and

Your equal

And opposite

Reaction

And the sun and the

Grass

Drench

My forked

Tongue
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The next scream

You punch me out of a piece of

Cardboard and proceed to

Interrogate the corrugated

Surrogate in order to

Subjugate the real me to

Conform to your sliver

You turn me this way and that

And wonder why I don’t fit

Your linear inquiry

Why I — a dodecagonic peg –

Won’t fit into the shadow

Of a ghost-particle

And why the next scream you hear

May well be yours

Nostalgia

Nostalgia sticks in my throat

Like a chained bull charging the red burlap curtain

Blood-blind

Thwarted in his unapologetic elegance

Pendulous testicles the size of a TV pundit’s ego

Clanging like the bells of St. Mary’s on Easter Sunday
Like a punch in the gut from fifty falls ago

A bowling ball still rolling around in my viscera

Your love is a steel blade on my tongue

It splinters my words

I cannot remember a time when it was not so

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