How Simile Works
The drizzle-slicked cobblestone alleys of some city; and the brickwork back of the lumbering Galapagos tortoise they'd set me astride, at the "petting zoo".... The taste of our squabble still in my mouth the next day; and the brackish puddles sectioning the street one morning after a storm.... So poetry configures its comparisons. My wife and I have been arguing; now I'm telling her a childhood reminiscence, stroking her back, her naked back that was the particles in the heart of a star and will be again, and is hers, and is like nothing else, and is like the components of everything.
From To Be Read in 500 Years by Albert Goldbarth. Copyright © 2009 by Albert Goldbarth. Used by permission of Graywolf Press. All rights reserved.