Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet

(1968 / United States)

De Profundis - Poem by Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet

out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord
—more like out of the middle, the soft
chewy center of here: the mailbox,
the toaster, the dentist office: I cry

to you, or to nothing, I whisper
and roll my eyes: Oh, lord.
O Lord. Forgive us

our dailiness, our lists of lists.
The gearshift work, the newspaper cutouts,
coupons and cashback in the slow lane.

Whiteboard, whiteout. Little yellow
notes everywhere like moths.
Oh, lord. Remember

us, here: the soft warm milky middle,
its erasing breath, its easy arms. Here
where we lie, mostly and meanwhile.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 24, 2014

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