Lucía M. Polis The Poetry of

This poem appears in We Were Hateful People.

sunset was cancelled
on account of explosion
or fire

like a rabid dog
I bark at the burning star

heart like an electron cloud
come
find it in my chest

before the darkness
drops


i feel a shower
and now I take a whole lot better

what to do
what to do

on my way to the kitchen
I pass my wife the satyr
and my husband the fairy

opening letters
from the underworld
I mark all read


with a lecherous wag
of the tongue

I slurp up cerberus's feast
as she stares up
at her mistress's voice

there's a party
winding up somewhere

you're trying to calculate
if you're the craziest person
in the room


but fail to guess
the area under the curve

you dream
if we are still here

in the spring
you say
I would like me a garden


you wake
to the cooling earth

(gold and land
are about supply
and demand

you let bygones
be begonias

you give me
your views on my
writ reviews


the can of paint
stands stock still

and me
neither alive
nor free

(I'll take a latte
bitte

what is marriage
but constant
class struggle


dreams directed by
poman rolanski

a postcard recurring
on my sill  examined daily

is it a promise or a threat
and still i love you palely

like an xmas armament
hanged twixt lyons
and nîmes


as I move by the ponds
I feel wet  firm fronds

the smell of fall
the bus ride home
a white fur shoulder on mine


above saskatchewan somewhere
or maybe near the strait of

georgia  pressure systems
rub clits sparking
much needed rain

their wants require
a manual reckoning

the polis fades
you close the file
you save your eyes