At night I was full
like others are in summer,
myself, just a silhouette at dawn,
part of a church, but never part of
I would look for owls as I canvassed unfamiliar roads
in winter, when everyone was lonely and the vein
of fulfillment pulsed obscure. I would knock on doors,
smile as though I was innocent, young in my hope
and inspired by ideals. Sometimes I would have tea and talk
as though I understood something, secretly carrying my
pink powder in a small golden tin,
desperate for any kind of magic.
The smell of that powder – sweet, unusual and old – the feel
of that powder – like rubbing thick blood between
finger and thumb – I was someone with that powder –
maybe a witch, maybe a prophet – someone
who communed with the gangs of cats that would
emerge past dinnertime; sit under cars, behind tree trunks
watching me as I watched them.
At night, the van would pull up and I had so little to say,
except to the driver. We loved our silence,
the awkward closeness
of agreed non-personal communication.
For me, there was only those nights and books,
there were only incoherent surreal images
storming my brain, longing to be submerged
in hard hard substance.
Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “blackmail press issue 39”, March 2015
Published in “Section 8 Magazine” May 2015
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