Elegy with Clothes
All of your giant beige bras
floated up into the atmosphere.
Blue eggs fell down the chimney;
losing its screened-in mind,
I mistake one living cell for another.
Hand on the mallet
of my life—
with your own grief—
it’s not even mine.
I watch mice eat through everything,
like beads of hashish.
The world begins as
a wolf tied to a flower.
Can you see how it happens
Something too violent
is attached to something
From The Möbius Strip Club of Grief (Tin House Books, 2018). Copyright © 2018 by Bianca Stone. Used with the permission of Tin House Books.
Bianca Stone is the author of Someone Else’s Wedding Vows (Tin House/Octopus Books, 2014), and is also the illustrator of Antigonick (New Directions, 2012), a collaboration with Anne Carson.
Date Published: 2018-04-04
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/elegy-clothes