{"id":45,"date":"2018-04-10T11:09:00","date_gmt":"2018-04-10T16:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.muw.edu\/poetrysouth\/?p=45"},"modified":"2022-12-01T11:11:35","modified_gmt":"2022-12-01T17:11:35","slug":"ghazal-the-night-undresses-and","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.muw.edu\/poetrysouth\/poetry\/ghazal-the-night-undresses-and\/","title":{"rendered":"Ghazal: The night undresses and"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Jenna Bazzell<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

the moon lacquers the cloud shelf, the blooming weight
of crape myrtles. Fog pools. The telephone cables wait<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for hawks to perch, to resemble what has passed: lonely
like the dead in the earth, like roots of saw grass waiting<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for something else. Until then, I\u2019ll remember I belong
to a family where loss looms inside grief with the weight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of utter ruin, of hail-battered foxglove collapsing. I pray
to what I am not: a cloud of gnats, a womb. My body waits,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

wants to slip between mistakes. The hours filled with plumes
of smoke, the volume of fingernails. The unremarkable weight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of a glass door sliding shut. A mouth opening. For the room
to cave in, to stop raining. For tonight\u2019s tight ball of red weight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to burrow inside me. Let it consume me. Let it smell
like burning plastic fumes. Tell me: What am I waiting<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for here I haven\u2019t for before? To resume tilling up old
stones, training legume runners. How long must I wait<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to be forgiven? Instead, another gloomy day, another
broken broom handle, an empty jar to be weighted<\/p>\n\n\n\n

against the dark. Your mouth is not a dead moon. A fawn
attempts to stand assuming it is able to hold up its own weight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Issue 9, 2017, pg. 44<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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