Epistemology



Monica Wendel

I dream of water, and pools, standing on my tiptoes
and tilting my chin up to break the surface. I know
I’m supposed to love rivers, but I don’t. I only love
great open expanses that throw up carcasses before us
as offerings or sacrifices.

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-----Tuesday evenings we drop off bread at the Grove –
-----bags of it, drops condensing inside the plastic
-----when it has been sealed still steaming.
-----No matter how many times we go,
-----they must look at us first through the two-way mirror.

*

His family moves around the house like
chess pieces: a limping knight, a slow, almost-
crippled king, the queen appearing where
one least expects her. And no board but the sound of the TV.

*

-----Horseshoe crab, I will never know your suffering.
-----Ancient body, ancient shell. What have we done
-----by lying next to you, unknowingly, and making love?