- SS Nevertheless, and: Varieties of Internal Torment
SS Nevertheless
The widower in silk pajamas slideshis hand along a glossy blue sleeve,
thinking, Water to fabric, rivuletslipped through a needle's eye.
He's all ripples when he moves,all waves breaking against flesh.
He read in the paper the human body is80 percent water. He is almost
a brook when he wandersaround the yard, practically a river
flowing upstream when climbing stairs,the distant past of Pacific salmon
leaping over his shoulders. He napsfor hours on a king-size, the mattress
dimpled where two bodies slepttogether for decades. Dreaming,
he is the relative of that lakewhere he tipped the urn overboard.
What was left of her the waterdissolved, becoming the water
and the lulling blue sounds it madewhile he paddled back to land. [End Page 389]
Varieties of Internal Torment
Under the linden, a weatherwornbench. Eleven wooden slats in all
to build a simple thing for sitting.The one still generating green,
shawled in August sunlight,hovers over the one chainsawed
and hauled to the lumberyard.Each time it was split, sawdust leapt.
The bench was built. Years passedand now a pair of students sit together.
One has something impossible to saywithout hurting the other.
Hunched, bent from the burden of it,while the sun continues to
spangle the linden, green flameafter green flame, their faces dappled
in leaf-shadow. He knows he mustconfess, how to hammer the sentences
with enough nails spiking outfrom compressed lips. It will be over
soon, his hesitation marked byhow red the stripes behind her thighs. [End Page 390]
david hernandez is the author of four poetry collections, most recently Dear, Sincerely.