Anterior Preparations
 
                                            for Jackson Mac Low 
 
Kimberly Lyons

 

January, dry as cotton the moon lit up
Arrival is much slower, contoured as
Nothing is, eventually
Underwear folded like a white shabby package
And perpendicular streaking light gravitates to its similitudes
Remainders, shorn. The sun, incrementally, pleats the
Yangtze, the handwriting.
 
February, formally exhaled, elated, now exhausted
Evidence of snow forthcoming somewhere
Buffalo, maybe.
Ribbons, red
Unbidden winterish traces of Brigid
A doll in her husk
Reading, not reading, reading, not reading
Youíre glad itís short, like a secret once told.
 
March, more slightly of everything
Accurately as mud or shadows
Remember those other memories?
China plates in a box, chilly
Hallways, a brain.
 
Aprilís anterior, huh?
Preparations, preparations, also Passover
Relegating duties to whom?
Instances of accumulated
Light
 
May is ridiculously hot, sometimes
And always unfocused, somehow, like a
Younger self adrift in an adornment of waste.
 
Juneís famously busy
Utterly exhausted
No! cried the bride and groom simultaneously
Enough of promises.
 
July is vertical like a transmission
Underneath which we crawl
Languorously complaining in
Yellowish sweaty frenzies.
 
August is Januaryís secret cousin
Undone undones Ėwell, undone
Green deteriorating
Ultimately itís
Sweet, scary, sentient, slightly
Though.
 
Sad + enthusiastic September
Energies
Pleasingly scanty
Things of September
Earlier
More mellow, maybe
Bales
Entrances
Remembering.
 
Only cold in the morning, October
Coughing
Trees
Only
Barely
Experience is
Red.
 
November is nearly
Organic
Violet
Emerges
Magical
Bounty
Elves
Replenish.
 
Dead Decemberís
Entrance to
Christís
Energy plus
Melancholia
Brought by
Early
Rising.