Poetry
The Bride 26, Is Keeping Her Name
Lips, teeth, freckles, cheekbone— a landscape
invented by the ancient Persians (also:
tight leather pants and coins with the faces of kings,
but that’s neither here nor there).
It’s night and we are the round people
wheeling on Olympus; above the tree line,
the world knows nothing of anti-depressants. Until:
Zeus slips off his skis
and cuts the fish in half.
It wasn’t a sexual thing,
LIKE YOU SAID,
poor Callisthenes, hung by the neck
or locked in a cage and dragged
throughout the eastern empire (our sources disagree).
Making out came later,
after gunpowder and the cotton gin.
But who taught the hill tribes to breathe?
Who robbed the British of half their kisses?
The sea is full of dead lovers;
the condos are full of castaway hands.
Twenty-five centuries to turn your face.
Well then, I’ll leave the poorer…
No use: she’s gone and the sky’s gone
hard of hearing. Wet your lips;
the technicians are waiting.
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Matthew BroganMatthew Brogan's is a poet and the executive director of Seattle Arts & Lectures.
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