Connie Wanek Poems
- Butter. Butter Butter, like love, seems common enough
- Daisies In the democracy of daisies every blossom has one ...
- Coloring Book Each picture is heartbreakingly banal, a ...
- After Us I don't know if we're in the beginning or in the ...
- Jump Rope There is menace in its relentless course, round ...
- The Coin Behind Your Ear Before you knew you owned it it was...
- Lipstick She leaned over the sink her weight on her toes ...
Connie Wanek is an American poet.
She was born in Madison, Wisconsin, and grew up in Las Cruces, New Mexico. In 1989 she moved with her family to Duluth, Minnesota where she now lives.
Her work appeared in Poetry, The Atlantic Monthly, The Virginia Quarterly Review, Quarterly West, Poetry East, Prairie Schooner and Missouri Review.
She has published three books of poetry, and served as co-editor of the comprehensive historical anthology of Minnesota women poets, called To Sing Along the Way (New Rivers Press, 2006). Ted Kooser, Poet Laureate of the United States (2004–2006), named her a Witter Bynner Fellow of the Library of Congress for ... more »
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Butter, like love,
seems common enough
yet has so many imitators.
I held a brick of it, heavy and cool,
and glimpsed what seemed like skin
beneath a corner of its wrap;
the decolletage revealed
a most attractive fat!
And most refined.
Not milk, not cream,
not even creme de la creme.
It was a delicacy which assured me
that bliss follows agitation,
that even pasture daisies
through the alchemy of four stomachs
may grace a king's table.
We have a yellow bowl near the toaster
where summer's butter grows ...