Nothing Good Ever Happens After Midnight, poems by Sarah Marcus (GTK Press, 2016)
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I can live knowing it goes missing. but, it being here, toppled from its rightful place…I can’t live knowing there are two. that it has no plural. that I have to say it twice. that I am asked on my deathbed about deathbeds in general.
can we talk about bears. no, can you. that’s what I mean. I mean I want to listen. is there a bear I can learn about apart from the others?
can we say muscle memory is the orphaned narrative of a bilingual body? that a house is so clean its rooms disappear? can we say home?
the empty room released into the wilderness.
this book by Sarah Marcus. while you still exist.
“Find a midwife whose name sounds like a spell.” – from Do-It-Yourself
finds a way out. When I enter a
room, I locate water.” – from I Didn’t Know
“I research how to remove a body: a strange erasure, an omen.” – from Fetching Water
“Her dismantled den. Her dismantled den.” – from Den of Thieves