Void and Compensation (Pug-nosed Dream)
If most things speak for themselves, can't it be said that really you're doing the thinking for them? The first step is all about obsession with exclusion, the cold front coming in and forcing you to hunker down, the migrants winging their way to some gold coast with enough fat in their chests to burn down a barn. Isn't your own heart that way from what or whom you can't have? Wasn't Sarah Vaughn singing this all along? Polka dots and moonbeams, for sure, and that dress that loves your body suddenly put aside, and that touch, oh brick wall, oh tin car, oh small space inside the crumple zone of either/or.
Copyright © 2006 by Michael Morse. First published in Spinning Jenny. Appears with permission of the author.
Michael Morse is the author of Void and Compensation (Canarium, 2015). He teaches at the Ethical Culture Fieldston School in New York City and lives in Brooklyn.
Date Published: 2006-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/void-and-compensation-pug-nosed-dream