Emily Paige Wilson's debut chapbook I'll Build Us a Home is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Her poetry has been nominated for Best New Poets, Best of the Net, and two Pushcart Prizes. Her work can be found in The Adroit Journal, Hayden's Ferry Review, PANK, and Thrush, among others. She lives in Wilmington, NC, where she received her MFA from UNCW, and works as an English adjunct.
Love Poem for a Dry Spell
Blush me a humble hydrangea
shade of pink. Your lilypad heart
lapping. How the skirts of trust
rustle, edge my waist in hungry
red welts. What can we find
to sacrifice to the goddess who
severed her tongue so that humans
could harvest this art of dance,
even as it damages the high
marrow of their hip bones?
I want our bodies to be difficult
to explain: like the shape smoke
takes, its slow ghostly groping.
Or like a lapse of memory —
scent of eucalyptus after rain.
This piece was an exercise in challenging the monotony that sometimes accompanies domestic life. As my boyfriend and I were driving to the beach one afternoon, we passed a front yard lined with hydrangeas. I began to think about how much fun "hydrangea" was to say. It occurred to me, once we made it to the beach and sat listening to the waves, that one way to break through the mundane and monotonous is to lean into the sensuous. I wanted to focus on sound, to use assonance and consonance as a means to access the sensual, as a way to see freshly the things with which I had grown too comfortable.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
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