Viewer Discretion and Young Child
Darling this story begins al segno
following the river
to middle expressionism and then to the moral order
of families as the dissolving centerpiece of a predisposition
Ach Du Lieber…
This to say she understands water individually
Physicality is easier than abstraction
even at her age.
The river contradicts the bath.
The little inflatable pool a desolate thing.
She says warrr…
We say Yes yes water.
Everyone here owes a debt to the River.
Without knowing why.
We would pave it over if we could.
The hose unleashes a torrent.
She says Stop warr. I say the evening peeling a bit at the corners
like the old landscape drama it is. I had cachet once in choices.
And a butterfly enters the conversation as the lost soul
of romantic painting.
Before the bridges imagine its necessity.
Function is the rending.
Now a thriving business in dislocation.
Small servings of beauty sold in the name of geographic privilege.
Sweet-smelling summer funk.
The railroad straddles the river and takes us
as the song says up up up.
Up-river the family thrives like the green reeds
of a New Orleans Gothic.
Families are form not function.
Where the corn and lilies manipulate.
Where the bookstore has a section called “River”.
Where the words are,
a new place is created.
The water is sugar tea in August.
I lie sweating in bed at mid-day thinking this is my life.
And outside a drumbreat of ruination
We go walking and she says beach
No no, — quay.
The remaining imperative, love.