April Lindner is the author of This Bed Our Bodies Shaped (Able Muse Press, 2012).
Postcard from Rockport
Cold as a slap, this indigo sea, where we clamber on blonde-fringed rocks, where someone's tarted up the fishing shacks with red paint and artful nets. The sun floats like ice in a highball. Condos train their plate-glass gazes on the horizon, amnesiac to past conspiracies of cloud, storms that shook homes and swallowed boats. Just north, a granite wall's etched with the lost— decades of their half-remembered names. Imagine waking always to this spread— each day the ocean swelling to loll at your feet, exotic pet. The galleries glow, ripe with impasto, sunsets we could be bite into: raspberries, marzipan, seafoam like cream. Their artists shoot for the numinous, overlook the jagged and impermanent: barnacles overtaking the dock, clustered mussels, tangled kelp and the steady lament of pebbles tugged senseless from shore.
Copyright © 2011 by April Lindner. Used with permission of the author.