When the mattress lofted upwards
in the inverse of a perfect dive,
an inmate buffeting against padded walls,
his underwater hair swaying.
I wished I could have seen
the lift-off from outside the car,
observed it arcing impossibly through daylight,
treading water above the helium freeway
like a goofy space odyssey monolith.
If it had a voice, it would have sung a song of liberation
from an operetta laced with devil’s intervals.
I was greedy for meaning,
for something consequential,
even Socratic
about a mattress
momentarily poised like a saucer
in its trajectory above fast cars
then dropping like boxing gloves against jaws
to its place among stories in the genre
of things falling off cars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of interesting images in this one.