Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Fusion by Rae Armantrout


Fusion
  
When we recognize we  “think again”
without knowing what or if
we thought before.
  
I confuse copper
with brass.
  
To recognize is almost
always a pleasure;
perhaps it is pleasure itself.
  
I confuse Melissa
with Melissa.
  
To recognize is not
only to give something a name
but to give it the very name
that was waiting for it
  
somewhere
  
as if thing and name had been
sad without each other.
  
That’s a woman
in an arctic-fox costume
singing,  “Don’t you worry
‘bout a thing,
baby.”
  
I confuse worry with
  
                *
  
Darkness in the shape
of leaves
flows over a building;
  
black ellipses
on the bay
  
slipping
and falling into place

 

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