<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Response To Bernadette Mayer's 'First Turn To Me...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'you appear without notice and with flowers<br>I fall for it and we become missionaries</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we lie together one night, exhausted couplets<br>and don't make love. does this mean we've had enough? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">- Bernadette Mayer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Failing the Grand Coniunctio<br>this is the only one we know<br>the one where we eat dirt<br>and swallow, are filled and<br>swell belly up a meal to be<br>eaten when the Messiah comes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leviathan is our heavenly bridegroom<br>presses the banquet table with elbows<br>manners forsaken in the end<br>yanks at sallow meat forsaking <br>the wine which has turned<br>no First Wedding miracle can<br>be repeated - no do-overs here<br>Candles burn on as always, false promises</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the doors are marked EXIT</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still we must try<br>at the Feast</div><div style="margin:10px 0">make small talk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">look interested</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the while thinking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is it? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Angels without knees<br>aprons spotless starched<br>as beards of saints<br>complain of humans<br>the stains they leave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Overheard<br>between the fork<br>and spoon obscenely<br>crossed<br>one angel to another: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They call it love<br>what we are supposed<br>sublimely to sing of <br>but frankly all that <br>pushing and shoving<br>faces in agony the <br>cries and curses all <br>that pulling at flesh <br>bruised as the moon <br>this can't be love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We stand without legs<br>the better for it but <br>for these we must attend<br>bent over their plates<br>greedy to have at each <br>other again to marriage <br>beds one last time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then the singing<br>begins </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an eternity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">songs about dirt<br>about longing to return</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how all hurts there<br>mean something<br>after all </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>http: //www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21051</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535661" data-title="Response To Bernadette Mayer's 'First Turn To Me... de Warren Falcon" data-description="'you appear without notice and with flowers I fall for it and we become missionaries we lie together one night, exhausted couplets and don't make love. does this mean we've had enough? ' - Bernadette Mayer Failing the Grand Coniunctio this is ..."></div> </div> </div>

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