Issue 9 of Phantom Limb, one of my favorite online journals, went live the other day. Caroline Crew, co-editor of another one my favorite online journals, ILK, has a wonderful little poem in the new issue titled “Plastic Sonnet 4.” I would suggest clicking-through to read the entire issue, but here is Crew’s piece in its entirety:
PLASTIC SONNET FOUR
high on your breastbone footing
you are waking me uphello
the morning is stretched
these walls their full proportions& if the light is to be believed
the city is making its way inif singing in the shower
is a prayer against encroachmentyou are doing a fine job
the mammal tongue is an adaptable
instrument but not as a weaponit is okay to fall
it is okayoutside the city
is already totally drunk on your skin
I enjoy the manner in which, midway through the poem, the outside world enters this intimate bedroom scene, causing an interior space and exterior space (i.e. “the city”) to collapse into one another so as to be “totally drunk on your skin.” Good stuff.
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