{"id":3602,"date":"2013-02-26T01:59:42","date_gmt":"2013-02-26T01:59:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=3602"},"modified":"2013-02-26T01:59:42","modified_gmt":"2013-02-26T01:59:42","slug":"2-poems-by-wendy-neale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/02\/26\/2-poems-by-wendy-neale\/","title":{"rendered":"2 Poems by Wendy Neale"},"content":{"rendered":"

I had rooms to let and I chose Melancholy<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\nA dour roommate, whose tidiness I adored.
\nI have had other tenants; Despair was tawdry,
\n 
\nRapture equally so. Contentedness was most
\nun-self aware (really now, blink, blink, stare<\/em>.)
\n 
\nAnd so it now goes, me and Mel,
\nwe speak grey truths, get on like D minor.
\n 
\nWe are each other\u2019s best pets,
\ndangling like strays in the overhangs,
\n 
\ndragging our nights in potato sack dresses,
\nsharing wrench hands, eyeing hooks for our souls.
\n 
\nOur mouths are tidy, our hallways void,
\nthe moody rooms rarely cut their curtains
\n 
\nthough we salve them with shuffling feet,
\nsleep draped in basins. Our course is dotted
\n 
\nwith perhapses, we hear the monotones in any fire.
\nBy day we stockpile wood, hauling meaty cords
\n 
\nin by the torso, averting those lidless eyes.
\nBetter to feed on this<\/em>, we always say,
\n 
\nthat we might otherwise need in the night,
\nin a heathen\u2019s way, something oil blooded
\n 
\nand stomping in the basement.
\nIt\u2019s what\u2019s under our house that makes home.
\n 
\n___________________
\nOn feeling awkward about surviving the fire<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\nThe young looked smug in their beds that night.
\nWho needs smug grass? Its new shoots
\n 
\nbarely blanched, its new feelings,
\nits dewy new new.
\n 
\nWe were once Sunday-new rooms.
\nNow we are dimpled at our bindings,
\n 
\nwe are kicks in the pebbles,
\nwe have stepped in villages of marbles.
\n 
\nThe barn door is ever pried,
\nit\u2019s hinge beetles are mounting for water.
\n 
\nJust the same, the pool never changes
\nit\u2019s sliding glass, even when the people below press
\n 
\ntheir palms white to breath down there,
\nshow us the roots of their eyes.
\n 
\nFrom portals we observe
\nthem rolling through foxholes, digging like they are molars;
\n 
\nas though the bruised soil will not hold.
\n    They are coming up now in tantrums of flowers.
\n  
\n_____________________
\nWendy Neale<\/strong> is a poet and writer from California. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Dossier Journal 8<\/em> and 9, Nano Fiction<\/em> and at The Huffington Post, Arts<\/em>. She lives and works in New York where she manages a collective of street artists.
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I had rooms to let and I chose Melancholy     A dour roommate, whose tidiness I adored. I have had other tenants; Despair was tawdry,   Rapture equally so. Contentedness was most un-self aware (really now, blink, blink, stare.)   And so it now goes, me and Mel, we speak grey truths, get on […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3602","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3602","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3602"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3602\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3602"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3602"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3602"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}