Jesse Nissim – Two Poems

Jesse Nissim

Two Poems

auditory data

– in the mail all
satellites arrive
halting from each
nerve capsule
which tunnels under –

– yields inadequate
pivots in the depths
a beautiful arm brushes
spinelike, against –

– the table even
becomes an arch
I lay upon waiting
for something to
happen –

– from there
the ceiling presents

three options: sand-
box, sinew or webbed
I choose to go –

– all flesh in the sour dusk
circles. i am separate
like one not listening –

Return To The Calendar

Raspberries and rhubarb
develop parts
that can not be used.

A driver creeps up
Approaches, his
tinted window
lowered, reveals
his part-animal
profile

How is the rhubarb
stalk related
to loss?  When this un-
becoming tragedy

When the mail-carrier
is afraid to set off the siren
of the dogs.  A previous generation’s

garden devours a child.

Then the mail-carrier’s child
sprouts a new tooth
that is the unexpected color.