Lina Ramona Vitkauskas (Chicago, USA): Two Poems

YOU ARE THIS IF I AM THIS
After Scalapino's That They Were At The Beach

Chewing a mum, the morning pollution
adding myself to the photograph,
trancing through the algorithm
of Klimt's ingrown hair;

the velocity of monuments,
of caterpillar sunshine,
each brave larynx, each sole
near the breath; don't hurt yourself;

a phoenix in sickness, a carbiou
placed inside the leaking alibi,
my furious curls clenching
the postulates of traffic, of night.
you are this if I am this,
a validated wasp, a pattern of
canteloupe fire. each layer of
modern compression that death drinks,
leveling the pendulum like medication.


with Roman candle and green bean laurel
girls weep at the moment of preservation
chattering, do you ever feel
as if you just fell down a well?
I added myself to this photograph,
a plastic soul, a patient,
and to all of the violet water
at the window
rising for no one.


IMAGINE YOU ARE A GIFT TO BE GIVEN

1.
the shock of your vanilla carbon;
eggs in a cough as a Bosc

2.
corrupt monitors with Naval
Hospital damage poisoned you

3.
a puzzle, an asteroid, laughing
about Dennis Quaid in cars

4.
I decomposed. My mother stuck
her fingernails into my occciptal lobe
in the dark to soothe me.

5.
ammonia stone of clean woman.


© Lina Ramona Vitkauskas 2007