June 14, 2013

Sage Cohen

WHAT’S WRONG WITH

making love to your
husband who no longer

lives with you the night
before you leave for your

weekend retreat just
because he, having

agreed to overlap your
early departure to care

for your small son, appears
in the bathroom naked

and erect as you sit steeping.
What’s wrong with slipping

under the lifted wing he has made
of the covers, against the breastbone

of the bird your two bodies make.
What’s wrong with finding him

more beautiful at this distance:
lens adjusted to the immediate

taste of his tongue that has become
its own language since leaving you.

What’s wrong with taking him in
the way you would a galaxy

on a moonless night, this
pattern you have traveled by

dipping its cup
and spilling light.

from Rattle #38, Winter 2012

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Sage Cohen: “Life breaks all of us open again and again and again. I am a collector of shards. By making mosaics of words, there is nothing wasted, nothing lost, nothing that cannot be reconstituted into transcendence.” (website)