Pages 49 and 50, and: Garlic

44 Pamela Hughes Looking up a word for my Gypsy poem in my father's old brown thesaurus, I found two pages stuck together. Peeling them apart, I found the word "unfasten," followed by "unfix— unloosed—unlatch— unbolt—unbuckle— unchain." Pages 49 and 50 Hughes 45 Garlic Hot June night, stormless, lightningless, sleepless spot— somewhere somebody's cooking garlic. Tangy summer night simmering up nose now, no air conditioner, fan, no bra, underwear, momentum. I remember remembering writing with a pencil and delicious thoughts crowding all around. And I ask, where will this poem go? Will it spread undone in autumn? all the way to spring? or will stop abruptly like the mosquito against the screen absorbing my scent. ...