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Lindsey Boldt – Two Poems

Lindsey Boldt

Two Poems
Pantoum

ferry me ferry me across the big water
the smudge is a splotch is a spreading thing
paddle me back now I’m obliged to neglect
though the twinge slows the strokes and I see we’re not moving

the smudge is a splotch is a spreading thing
newsprint stains my fingers I can’t wipe it off
though the twinge slows the strokes and I see we’re not moving
the sheet where the blood dries from dripping turns brown

newsprint stains my fingers I can’t wipe it off
a man he is on me and wishes to live
the sheet where the blood dries from dripping turns brown
the white in the sky is a descending cloud

a man he is on me and wishes to live
how can two wrists be held in one hand
the white in the sky is a descending cloud
it would choke out the dark that contrasts so well

how can two wrists be held in one hand
paddle me back now I’m obliged to neglect
it would choke out the dark that contrasts so well
ferry me ferry me across the big water



Pantoum 2

rip the stocking and bare the heel
the most brazen of dew claws
this walled place built with river rock and moss as mortar
snow falling behind lace curtains

the most brazen of dew claws
narrowly miss the dirt and wet
snow falling behind lace curtains
here magnolias bloom only to be blighted

narrowly miss the dirt and wet
fingernails so long they curl under and scrape the palm
here magnolias bloom only to be blighted
a tiny chink (in the wall)

fingernails so long they curl under and scrape the palm
beneath the satin find lace
a tiny chink
and the cold gets in

beneath the satin find lace
this walled place built with river rock and moss as mortar
and the cold gets in
rip the stocking and bare the heel

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