With MusicI work to my eye. Bird bodyto my right.
Creaky-winged white pelican—changemy life, live fossil,plaster mower with music.
A woman tells a pregnant womanshe dreams her stomach’sripped out.
what the kid listens to in there.
Mother, don’t worry about the missingphone calls. You’re worth more thanvacillation, all I’ve heard.
The singer said he hears the citywith no alarms or cars.
The song unrealand true. Pigeons shit on anything.
One August, an hour out of the city,the light lost it.
What was an electrickeyboard is a horn.
After recently pointing out that Athens, Georgia poet Lily Brown [see her 12 or 20 questions here] really should have a trade book published [see my review where I say such, here], I was corrected by the author herself, who pointed out the recent publication of her first trade poetry collection, Rust or Go Missing (Cleveland OH: Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2011). With a small handful of chapbooks under her belt, it is good to finally read something larger, a collection of measured, considered poems by a poet who, despite years of publishing, seems wise enough not to be in any particular hurry. I’m impressed by the precision of her language, and the sharp turns she is capable of, incredible and smart and sudden. A collection of physical and textured lyrics, Rust or Go Missing is a collection of reminiscences, a collection of memories that disappear, even as they are being recorded, as the title and title poem suggest; do one or the other, perhaps.
In the library, as much quietas you can fit in your head.
I walked across a giant stone andbloodied my knees on the way up.
There’s another giant stone, one Ican’t climb. I take the sleeper train
through an old-fashioned intersectionnear the Florida-Georgia border.
Everyone waves to me. White bookwith blue circles. Blue book with white
circles. Paper pile bound in black.Hands emboss the library’s walls.
It’s dark again, in the between-fingerspaces. I’m done and the thoughts are
gone. This isn’t the greatest time.All around me voices sell their sinkables.
I separate the one from the one.