Название: Northwood
Автор: Maryse Meijer
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Сказки
isbn: 9781948226028
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Google maps.
You’re crazy.
Me?
Well I just can’t make it, I’m sorry.
(quiet) Are you drawing?
Yes.
That’s something, at least.
At least.
I don’t mean it that way.
It’s good for me.
(pause) Is there—
I’ve got to go. This thing cuts out all the time.
And I’m running out—
—a man?
—of minutes. No.
What are the people like?
Like people.
Do you need money?
Yes but don’t send it.
What do you mean don’t send it?
I don’t want anything.
You sound strange.
It’s the phone.
The phone?
Because I hate talking on it and then I say things.
Are you sure—
It’s work. I’m working.
You can tell me—
Mom.
You’ll starve.
(silence)
Are there bears?
(sigh)
Because honey I know you
you’d let one eat you right up—
NIGHT SONG
You brought batteries for the radio.
We danced close, the way we couldn’t at the dance hall,
your cock against my thigh.
We danced those batteries out.
I took them, spent, when I left,
Bobby Hatfield’s sad falsetto
ringing through the copper caps.
Candles quivering against the glass, our shadows
hovering above our heads I will never forget
the spider’s egg opening in the corner, her babies
spilling across the wall as you dug your chin into my neck.
Walking through song after song.
The thing is, you were soft.
The white of a barely cooked egg, the glistening
edge of it, how it trembles on metal.
You kept falling in love.
The spiders
found the cracks, made new nests. They ate
the ants. And the radio sat on the shelf
above the little blackened pan with its scrawny omelets
and said nothing.
DAPHNE
Her back against me catching her
deep breaths. Naked she was smooth as pith
hair caught in a branch I pulled it free.
The women kneel at the root I watch.
How determined they are to bleed. Apollo’s gold eyes
didn’t dazzle me I
prefer the stream she opens her book and learns her trees
the flies are heavy this time of year she
combs them from her
bangs at night she’s thinking more and more
how to
escape it should she escape
where’s your daddy I asked
isn’t he a god
CELL
It worked
sometimes. Blue light in the dark
and your name in black
on the screen hardly ever
showing up. You didn’t need
to call: when you came
I was here.
Every time. Unerring this sense
of pussy and where
to find it.
Strung up in the smokehouse or waiting their turn beneath
the ice—
you know where the bodies are.
You put them there.
SHOPPING LIST
In the market fingering a box of tea I heard you laugh
two aisles over. My hand froze on the plastic; there was a
woman’s voice, laughing with you. I pressed against the
metal shelf, coat buttons tapping the cereal boxes below.
Who knew me here, I wondered, was I still a stranger, a
woman shivering against the Liptons? On the edge of the
wood it was especially dangerous: the one road with its strip
of shops, the bar, the dance hall, the gas station, the Feed
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