THE HEAT I FEEL I FEEL
all the way
over there in my body
I watch while
eighteen hundred parents
stand for the Hallelujah
chorus in a college gymnasium
From here I see it
my body
waving to you
like wheat in the wind
course, plain, alive
under the sun
like everything
San Francisco poet and librettist Megan Levad’s second full-length poetry
collection, following Why We Live in the Dark Ages (Portland OR: Tavern Books, 2015), is What Have I To Say To You (Tavern Books, 2017). Composed as a
book-length lyric suite, Levad’s poems explore the intimate at an extremely
high speed, moving through the imagination and the body with great detail and
dexterity. As she writes: “IN THAT SCENARIO / I think I would // save your
mother // you would get / the fifty-fifty // I would drown // the most romantic
/ way to go // But I might be wrong […].”
Levad’s first person accumulation of pieces read as though it could be a letter
composed at the end of a relationship or affair, or an interior monologue on
what might have gone wrong, ending up as a curious blending of both that doesn’t
necessarily require to be read in order to comprehend.
I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO
I am my own Texas
I am a stadium
filled with screaming fans
I have no one to talk to
I am Amelia Earhart
piloting the Kittyhawk
with the Lindbergh baby
strapped to my chest
I am first in everything
I am a career violinist
The bruise on my neck
I did to myself
Levad’s
epistolary accumulations are intriguing, and move from confrontation to
meditation, interior monologue to direct speech. The “you” of her title, in a
certain way, becomes superfluous, or at least secondary, making the remainder
of her title a question she works with great attention and detail to answer. What Have I To Say To You might suggest
a direct response to another, but it feels just as much a kind of intricate,
lyric character study composed as monologue. Just who is the “I” that is
speaking, and what has she to say, exactly, to anyone?
WHEN A COMPASS
is broken
it can be replaced
needle, cork, shallow dish
is all it takes
More difficult
is learning
the compass is broken
That part takes decades
of wandering in the desert
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