Excerpt: David Appelbaum
From The Letters and Found Poems of Edisa and Chloea
Doesn’t life grow strangely devious? My hands now bear scars from wounds not recalled. Even a smile reaches for proof too often. There is innocence, an uncannycandle to show the album. Did we live through another? That fog-bound island we ate periwinkles our first day? The Bavarian swiftly filled us until it bulged, because the point, Edisa padding truth, is powder and more powder We must try through his eyes to see how you come hard thinking him inside To Chloe: the nonpareil in Sears remember to order new castaways it’s not always the same when it arrives fine cloth disdains vulgar she eschews to wear a slip a season or to lurk in ice cream her tongue almond bitter To Edisa— by her sew kit there’s gazar from the Indies Did you want something to make from the box you stowed Homer’s ghost in with the zinc fob Father took umbrage during dinner feeling it could lead to some whither Is azure the wrong way to start a disagreement?
David Appelbaum lives in the Shawangunk Mountains. His work has appeared in APR, Commonweal, Rhino, and Harpur Palate. His recent books include Jiggerweed (Finishing Line Press, 2011) and Letters and Found Poems of Edisa and Chloe, which is available now from Codhill Press and SUNY Press.