September 21, 2020
I am domestic
learned from my mother,
from her mother,
I act the part
as time whistles through
one day I plan to be
A Blackout Poem inspired by poem by Suzanne Buffam, seen below:
I am wearingdark glasses insidethe house
To match my dark mood.
I have left all the sugar out of the pie.
My rage is a kind of domestic rage.
I learned it from my mother
Who learned it from her mother before her
And so on.
Surely the Greeks had a word for this.
Now surely the Germans do.
The morewords a person knows
To describe her private sufferings
The more distantly she can perceive them.
I repeat the names of all the cities I’ve known
And watch an ant drag its crooked shadow home.
What does it mean to love the lifewe’ve been given?
To act well the part that’s been cast for us?
Wind. Light. Fire. Time.
A train whistles through the far hills.
One day I plan to be riding it.
Suzanne Buffam, "Enough" from The Irrationalist. Copyright © 2010 by Suzanne Buffam. Reprinted by permission of Canarium Books.
Source: The Irrationalist (Canarium Books, 2010)