27 01 2009

happy birthday, come the morning, to l_stboy–the calendar swears that this is true, although i don’t know how it possibly can be, because it was just winter, and it’s still winter, and this just happened, i swear it did. as evidence, through the cut, the poem i wrote him for last year’s birthday, which i’m positive i did yesterday, sitting right here probably in these exact same pajamas.

forewords

late january, the american midwest:
when you’re born into a world of snow
you’re destined for the page no matter
what other passions pull you toward
the pixels or the seas, and not just
because book-leaves were the first kind
you encountered. it’s in the sidewalks,
how the heels of boots and skids
of bicycles inscribe white ice with arcs
and lines of dark that, if you blur your vision
(or don’t yet know your letters) almost
tell a story; it’s in the sentences of tree-
branch and the crows of punctuation,
black curves of feather underscored with wood
against a parchment sky. it was winter
again by the time you understood
that what moved her voice was the ink
between the pictures, winter when your fist
first closed around a pen; monochromy
and message have always been together,
like two boots on your two feet, breaking
through the crust of mystery to fix
its meaning with a decisive mark.

the other purpose of the repetition is to remind him–remind all of you crazy nutters living beyond the boundaries of “seasons” out there on the left coast–what this face of home is like.

have a good one, lovey… thanks for another year of my world being closer to right because you’re in it.

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28 01 2009
l_stboy

*hug* Stay warm and cozy, I’m jealous of your snow. Thank you for the poem!

28 01 2009
tyra

you’re welcome. sorry it’s not actually a new poem. i’m running low on jarring or sweeping or otherwise awesome (in the old sense) inspirations lately: the currently in-the-works poem is about a bookshelf.
send help. 🙂 i’d be glad to pack up, in trade, a box of snow. or if you want to fly me out to cali, i’ll help you pack, although i doubt the 3 oz. of snow they’d let me on a plane with would be a very satisfying moving-present…

28 01 2009
tyra

you’re welcome. sorry it’s not actually a new poem. i’m running low on jarring or sweeping or otherwise awesome (in the old sense) inspirations lately: the currently in-the-works poem is about a bookshelf.
send help. 🙂 i’d be glad to pack up, in trade, a box of snow. or if you want to fly me out to cali, i’ll help you pack, although i doubt the 3 oz. of snow they’d let me on a plane with would be a very satisfying moving-present…

28 01 2009
l_stboy

*hug* Stay warm and cozy, I’m jealous of your snow. Thank you for the poem!

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