← v15n1, Spring 2016
Poetry · Volume 15, Number 1

Mr. Darcy (Cars surround us)

Cars surround us we close our selves

in houses is this desire to be in a

capsule from birth is our desire to

destroy the earth simply

because we want to see what’s inside

once a man said everything I

wanted to hear except I am deaf

sometimes I wonder

about the depth of our love for others or

are we simply diving to eat better

I am deaf but I hear there are oysters

at the bottom I can’t get

them because once you apply sunscreen

to your children your hands

are greasy my palms are pale for trying

to wipe out desire what if

everything on the bottom is really rotten

there are ten secrets behind

everything I say after a lifetime of lying

how much wine do I have to

drink to get the lies out the man hanging

out of the tower was forced out

by the smoke or made a choice to exit

the window he held on to a

rope until his hands slipped if he could

orient himself headfirst we

could say he wasn’t falling but

actually diving