- May, June
I had hadenough. As flowersdry upsidedown and
keep the housefrom looking too,too dead, I wentto decoratemy bed withmyself. The knot
inside my neckblooms intoterror onlywhen I've lostwhat I wanted
to spit out ofhow unfaircollectingin my gums, rising
wet undermy tongue Don'tsay that, I didn'tsay. Outside spring
came, and menfilling our movingshadows witha slow walkto churn
what might elsespoil in the new,the experimentalheat [End Page 64]
Talia Shalev's poems have appeared in The Seattle Review and The Volta. She is a co-editor of Life Studies, 1966-1976, featuring materials from June Jordan's archive. Talia teaches at Brooklyn College, works as a writing associate at The Cooper Union, and is a PhD candidate at the CUNY Graduate Center.