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cracking the icebox (part i)
by Kelly Jensenwe peeled oranges, once,
put the rinds against our closed lips
& kissed skin to skin
sunkist dew falling against our chins
our boat careened outward,
the sea's soft motions heightening
an awareness of one,
two people making belief in words
in synonym & syllogism,
the backs of our knees bruised
knuckles feeling the spot between
my rib and your stomach
because you are no longer 18,
dreaming on ocean tides and yellow fish
our minds have found depth
in the ice box,
in the frozen momentum of carnations
pink with frost & cake icing
our notions stored in anomalies of cups
kitchen islands cluttered
with small sips of coffee & apple bread
insatiated doubts swallowed
like Mississippi nightfall
two people are still writing
urban fairy tales & composing identities
that suffocate on the foamy surface
01/01/2006 Posted on 03/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kelly Jensen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/12/09 at 03:15 AM There's a very sharp, almost saddening element of time passing by in this. You truly capture that with style and grace here. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/12/09 at 12:22 PM You blend so well the aspects of daily life and our attempts to forge some identity of it all. I really enjoyed this piece. |
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