when the metaphor fails us
we just talk directly at the thing – like your
body is a temple, but it’s squishy & I love
to put my face in it. The man who
invented the knock-knock joke
shot himself & lived. He was a
rotten & charming man
you need no excuse today. There’s an app that
calls your boss & says
_________ won’t be coming in today
because _________ …zzzzz… zzz
& then there’s horrid screaming! & a lion
roaring! & the kitchen stove turns inside-out! & it’s
obvious why _________ might have to
lay in bed until the drawbridge relaxes
as much as we labored, it didn’t totally work out.
It was awesome, though! I promise!
Look at us glowing
over the internet. I know you were
& I take comfort in knowing
you’re still curious
about my rotten charm
who is more grateful for the drawbridge
the cruise liner or the car? Or maybe the news anchor
who made & then ruined his career by
open & closing
things he knew nothing about. I’m just as happy
watching the drawbridge
as I am driving over
or floating under it. Is that weird?
Simply watching? It’s just a
Justin Sirois is a writer living in Baltimore, Maryland. His books include Secondary Sound (BlazeVOX, 2007), MLKNG SCKLS (Publishing Genius, 2009), and Falcons on the Floor (forthcoming, Publishing Genius) written with Iraqi refugee Haneen Alshujairy. He also runs the Understanding Campaign with Haneen and co-directs the small press Narrow House. Justin received individual Maryland State Art Council grants in 2003, 2007, and 2010. This poem originally appeared in the Spring 2011 print issue of Phoebe.