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Bitter My Tongue and a few other poems by Corey Mesler | #thesideshow

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2 micropoems by Stephanie Kaylor | #thesideshow
April 16, 2017

Bitter my tongue

The heart is heavy
as the ironmonger’s
store. The light out-
side stays outside.
I wake to the air of
the cardinal, a scrape
of song. Day passes to
night. When it is
time I will lie down
again and think of you.
You must be as you
were, distant, clean, &
corrupt as a collapsed star.

And the Ocean, Too

She’s young and sexy and she
glistens rosy. I am a weasel
and a derrick and a man
inside a balloon. None of this
matters on this day when the
sun explodes into sea lions and
the library steps are running with
the blood of the old poets, who
insist, persistently, on dreaming.

I think of you in poems

I think of you in poems.
It is not the only time.
Some days are full of blather
and architecture and cost.
Sometimes I write to find out
if I can write. These are things
I would say to you if I loved
you. This is that cracked song.

In attitudes of love

In attitudes of love
you gave and I shook
like a pillar. In
attitudes of love we
talked some more about
the new assassinations
and the country that was
ours when we were we.
In attitudes of love
you undressed and I kissed
the long perfumed line
of you, supine, your ass a
spine’s perfect punctuation.
In attitudes of love
I wrote petitions like this,
never knowing you did
not love me, nor that I
would remember how sorry
it seemed I stayed and stayed.

And Sleep

I tear the pages from the almanac and
fear the weather on every page.
And sleep.
I count the children as they pass through
the door, meticulously, with love and terror.
And sleep.
I make what I can from what I am given, small
doses, some not quite powerful enough.
And sleep.
I talk to you about the things which seemingly
make us intimates.
And sleep.
And I sleep and dream of everything I could not
do, the things which should have come
naturally, like medicine, or the rules,
and I am lost, lost, wanting only to hold you one
more time on the way down,
to love you as hard as I ever loved you and then
to lie down at last, near you again, and sleep, sleep.


COREY MESLER has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Five Points, Good Poems American Places, and Esquire/Narrative. He has published 9 novels, 4 short story collections, and 5 full-length poetry collections. His novel, Robert Walker, is just out from Livingston Press. He’s been nominated for the Pushcart many times, and 2 of his poems were chosen for Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac. With his wife he runs a 140 year-old bookstore in Memphis. He can be found at https://coreymesler.wordpress.com.