JP Gritton
Arrival at Mountain of Saint Michel
From Rennes
The Vilaine
Par Carnac?
Every syllable perfect through her lips
And skin bronze
The way she talks is like the
Italians tanning in Axum
nipples dark as moths
She tells me Ille-et-Vilaine
Named for the little girl it took away
The river—it took—very slowly
A little girl, long ago:
Vilaine.
Villain. Swallowed her.
The sand breaks green and dark
or
a solitary white
And it leaps from peaked dunes
Like ghost fugitives
of that great forgetting
I wait to watch her
The fortress creeping up the blue-white
Of the sky like a man's hand, scarred and pocked,
Up a wedding dress
She gives me such a funny look
that the words crumble from under me:
Jean, she calls.
copyright 2008 JP Gritton
Ragged Poem
the bouncer is a feeling:
sheets that didn't dry
his baseball cap gives him no eyeballs
and i'm drunk
plus i owe julio a drink--julio what do you want to drink
i'm hollering to the atmosphere:
what will all these humans have to drink
julio is nodding to the atmosphere:
what are the specials?
there are no specials. not tonight not ever
the bartender assumes too much:
she assumes i'm the one that drinks the drinks and she the one that serves the drinks
julio nods:
all right, pal
go back to your seat, that's your first and last warning
this man in the leather jacket is a feeling like a damp, smelly towel
a feeling like a condom on my windowsill plasticizing, months past expiry
julio, don't look at me like that
without your eyeballs
you need to get ahold of yourself.
i'd e-mail a million fetuses a million digital photos of my wrists bleeding
if for nothing else than to keep them out of danger
i would call them internationally
using a sam's club phone card decorated with stalin or hitler
what do you mean?
to illustrate my point i throw my drink at the ground--it bounces on the carpet
julio, think about how it crunches under everybody's feet.
the ice, man. the ice
crunching underfoot
as night turns to midnight
and day flees across the lonely bastard sound
copyright 2008 JP Gritton
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