Hello, blog readers! I hope that you’re all doing well this week. Now that Wednesday has rolled around again, it’s time to feature a new poem. These poems all come to us from Poetry Daily, which is a great website where you can discover new poetry. This week we’re featuring Scrapbook by Kim Addonizio.
According to her bio on her own website, Kim Addonizio has written several books, the most recent of which are Lucifer at the Starlite (a finalist for the Poets Prize) and Ordinary Genius: A Guide for the Poet Within, a nonfiction book. She has also written novels, including Jimmy & Rita, Little Beauties, and My Dreams Out in the Street. Her latest collection, My Black Angel: Blues Poems and Portraits, is available now. She has two NEA fellowships and Pushcart Prizes for both poetry and essay.
Scrapbook by Kim Addonizio
This is me, depressed out of my mind,
frailing the banjo, spilling red wine
on the white
goose down comforter, this is me
walking and waxing nostalgic through the girlish shadows
of tall palm trees, the déjà vus
flying through the scene
suddenly, like those three
unnameable and therefore beautiful white birds.
This is me as a slowly-tearing-itself-apart cloud
at a fire palely and flamily
emerging from a bowl, wavering
up through stones of cobalt glass. The air
wavers back. This is me in love
with the beauty of blue glass in flames, this is me on drugs
prescribed by my doctor
as I try once more
to sneak into night’s closely guarded city,
my hollow horse ready
to wreak my demons and Blue Morphos
on the citizens of my sleep. I am most
myself when flashing rapidly
my iridescent wings, drinking
the juice of fallen fruit. Then again
look for me under your bed
where the ugly premodern vampires
still hide. The undead and I are lying
in wait. We are very interested in you
though this is still me. We are unstable and true.
We believe in the one-ton rose
and the displaced toilet equally. Our blues
assume you understand
not much, and try to be alive, just as we do,
and that it may be helpful to hold the hand
of someone as lost as you.
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