- Accumulation, and: The dog warms one of my blue feet
ACCUMULATION
It's cold. And while I'm better at frying chicken thighsso the skin and rosemary stick,
I still haven't bought envelopes for these postage stamps,or checked the mail for that package you sent.
I speculate it's a waffle iron,but I've been wrong before.
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It seems that, at my most creative,I am finding ways not to love you.
I wonder, if we went ice-skating, and purpled our heels, would I prayfor a power line to fall, and buckle us like fainting goats?
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There was a blizzard in Knoxville, the day I calledto pay off my court fines. It's forty
here, in northern Ohio, and the snow mortarsweeping pillboxes in the Kroger parking lot
where dejected Samoansjoist themselves with canvas crack-straps,
flaring in cart-wrangler Day-Glo vests—thisis what I'll return to— [End Page 78]
ducking the plastic breezeway strips,banging around in a corral.
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Even in late January, the boxeron Prospect worries a punching bag in his yard.
Its dry thud, like the sudden moment of inspirationwhen a frozen lake decides to split. [End Page 79]
THE DOG WARMS ONE OF MY BLUE FEET
extending beyond the edge of a pin-stripeand polka-dot quilted Appalachia, where
voices lope like pickup cams, come unbolted and jettisonedover hollers, to lie forgotten and bursting into Kudzu.
Like a muddy river, Tennessee crooks one arm overKnoxville's thin and weather-beaten shoulders,
like my shoulders, indecipherable from a clothes hanger, orthe way the Midwest goes to its morning gothic
with a stiff purpose; a sports coat, and the hearse-like austerityonly a warm garment bag can lend. [End Page 80]
Luke Marinac received his MFA from Bowling Green State University in 2017. He served as the book reviews editor for the Mid-American Review, and his poems have previously appeared or are forthcoming in the North American Review, the Pittsburgh Poetry Review, and Stirring, among others.