Karen Morris

LONG HARD LOOK

Nothing happened last night.

 

When William Carlos Williams

posed this question to his love–

What happened last night? then promised

to never go to sleep before you again

he wasn’t pondering late night TV.

 

You weren’t here. Wool gathering was what

happened last night. The question’s whether

or not I’ve the right to expect you to be here–

where nothing’s always happening as we both know–

tendernesses could’ve been exchanged

 

instead of spilt milk. Though that’s not quite it.

So let’s say G’- night for it’s hardly worth

the effort it takes to talk about tendernesses

lost or found when the whole kit and caboodle,

the whole shebang persists despite our prayers

 

If only we could stop what from happening.

 

One by one precious nights boil down

not to what but to who. Who will be first?

I simply expect you to be here. How

calm I feel knowing my own desire

knowing how nearly impossible it will be

 

to keep from broadcasting my frenzy

when you are not here to tell me what

happened, or I you, nothing

will continue to happen

along with everyone else.

Karen Morris received The Gradiva Award for Poetry (NAAP, 2015) for her full-length collection CATACLYSM and Other Arrangements (Three Stones Press, PA). Her poems have appeared in numerous journals including, Chiron Review, Writers Resist, Plainsongs, SWWIM Every Day, Paterson Literary Review. She is a volunteer public educator, Ambassador of Hope for Shared Hope International, concerning the impact of the commercial sex industry on sex trafficking around the world. She is a psychoanalyst by profession and lives and works in Montpelier, Vermont.

 

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