To death, as it is a place,
- To death, as it is a place,
after Ghérasim Luca
like living underwater with an open umbrella,like some kind of caesarian, caesura, or anti-breath,or like the musical chairs of bodies. We are having an underwater tea party.
I can hear you talking far away: me in the life living you in the wide empty.You tell me three or seven is the limit of heroism.
You say the space between the state of the vein and the bloom of a wave is never simple.
Something something suicide. And then you die (vie) die (vie) die (vie) and my throat becomesunsuccessful.
You become part of a tree or something to climb— an in-between of meaning. Terminal whole. I say"someday" and Sunday appears. [End Page 45]
Laura Wetherington's first book, A Map Predetermined and Chance (Fence, 2011), was selected by C. S. Giscombe for the National Poetry Series. She has poems in or forthcoming in Drunken Boat, Sonora Review, BathHouse Hypermedia Journal, Fence, Otoliths, Verse, Eleven Eleven, and others. Her chapbook, Dick Erasures, is available as an e-book from Red Ceilings Press. Her current work includes Emily Dickinson erasures and translation experiments.
