T H E G E N T L E L U S T E R O F F A I L U R E : D O M E S T I C I T Y
At the bottom of the bowl, a viral sludge
and me, well, I'm no good with dishes.
Gold-fired edge contains the slime
I wouldn't see
It crept inside while I was dreaming of a meadow
ringed with sycamores, roots ripe and full
bristles begged the question
of my dreams, well, I'm no good with dreams,
schemes (plots) or any kind of plan.
I want to be good at this.
Bring me sun-warm tomatoes, Bring me watermelon
sweet on my tongue—find me
fresh water or a well to sink into
with meat and malt, the newness won't evaporate
and I'll see your reflection at the bottom of this pool.
Ripples on your skin flash gold in the sun—
would you forgive me if I smashed this vessel?
Breathe dust & lacquer into these fissures—
kintsukuroi—knowing things are more beautiful
for having been broken.
Hilda Weaver graduated from Miami University (Ohio with a BA in English), and later got a Master’s Degree in Clinical and Applied Psychology from Virginia Commonwealth University. She worked over 30 years as a psychotherapist and Marriage and Family Therapist as well as an addictions counselor. Retired now for several years, she writes poetry and finds herself otherwise spectacularly lazy. Her work appears in Sugared Water, Offcourse, 94 Creations, Uppagus, and her micro chapbook is titled The Autobiography of a Love Not Mine (Porkbelly Press, 2014).
Nicci Mechler splits her time between exploring, telling tales, and painting girls with inky tattoos. Her most recent work appears in Lines+Stars, Arroyo Literary Review, Room, Still and Yew. Deep in Flesh, her chapbook, and in these cups, a collaborative chap (both poetry), are forthcoming (Dancing Girl Press). She lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with a pack of roomies & rescue animals specializing in troublemaking and joy. Nicci blogs at damnredshoes.wordpress.com, runs Porkbelly Press, and edits the lit mag Sugared Water.
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