Sunday, April 16, 2017

#PoetryBreak: Easter

The Bathtub (M.A. Reilly, 2012)


Easter 


 - Mari Howe


Two of the fingers on his right hand
had been broken

so when he poured back into that hand it surprised
him— it hurt him at first.

And the whole body was too small. Imagine
the sky trying to fit into a tunnel carved into a hill.

He came into it two ways:
From the outside, as we step into a pair of pants.

And from the center— suddenly all at once.
Then he felt himself awake in the dark alone.







from: Howe, Marie. The Kingdom of Ordinary Time: Poems. W. W. Norton & Company. Kindle Edition. 

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