Martha Zweig Poems

The cold orange hands of the
salamanders still wrap and
unwrap the baby he dreams he was
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Skis underfoot, I was playing at remuda-
just in my ears, at first, because, stride
for stride, the leathery snow
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Evening: the ruler settles upon the roost.
All day long we made this much peace. The rest
of the raw material left in the world
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I stood security the first six weeks.
Nobody minded the moon. The sun
you could reason with. Other
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Dire symptom, to wake up
in a headache, plus I forget what it's of.
Afflictions' placebos rev & throb down neural
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Mother & father I once had had a child once:
she escaped in the fire. They set water
boiling momentarily, tumultuous
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Hook what you've got of skin & bones in a cut
of yellow fat at the spring pin, & spread both
opposite horizons - jaggedy jaws
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Of that text rain is the great speaker,
from whom hush humbly
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Nonentity's birthplace: a front yard sweeps
its dirt clean. Devil hopped up the oak tree,
devil-take-the-profit seized
a jay in the twigs by the feet, wings buffeting
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I was just getting to that.
But first, old age.
If you could just let me finish.
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