Christopher Apfelbach

Rookie (July 1,1990 / Burlington, VT)

The Blue-Eyed Monster - Poem by Christopher Apfelbach

With two hours left
until my evening stroll
I am the world's laziest

mammal. Unlike the lion,
I hunted no gazelle today;
nor did I liberate any

acacia leaves from their
bramble with my
puncture-proof tongue,

as the giraffe might have.
In fact, of all the
millions of creatures

on Earth with warm blood
galumphing around their veins,
I may have outlazed

them all today, studiously
engaged as I was with
watching the dusk

escort my wallpaper
through a range of
capacious indigos.

This must be what
the French call ennui,
this lying on a bed

and letting a woman
roam through the restricted
pastures of memory,

this endless formation
of literary anagrams.
Today was a call to action

I ignored, the one that
got away. Days this hot tend to
warp logic like molten glass:

instead of vaulting mountains,
girding the high pantheons,
it seemed better to wile the hours

wishing for rain; to flick
a lacrosse ball above
my laconic hands and think

about how all parabolas have
the same shape, if you can
get far enough away to notice.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012



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