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Three Poems by Kimberly Grey

Three Poems by Kimberly Grey

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A DIFFICULT SYSTEM

I love a man who is difficult to love, the way a horse is difficult to ride
when the horse is a man. Or when you don’t stroke it enough, or you
do, but you stroke it wrongly and you don’t love it completely.

I love the difficulty of loving a man incompletely. His blue, his black,
his back, I have not mounted enough, it’s hard. The body is difficult,
even the horses body, its muscled frame

always galloping away. Its mane, the main reason, I mean, is to stay,
to hold on, they’re hard to know the difference between. I could say
that loving a man is an easy task. I could say the man and I are
beautiful like two horses

in the earliest, blurry light. Always love is useless. Or the horse is
because you don’t know how to ride it and it can’t run fast enough
or it runs too fast and there you are standing alone
in a field as it rushes

past you. Let’s not mistake what’s difficult here: the man, the manner
of loving him or leaving him. Or believing him, that his body wants
to be had easily by your body and not by any body
that can be simply had.

I love a man who is difficult to love, the way a man is difficult to love,
the way a horse that is running keeps on running so you will hold it
harder. So hold it harder, its continuously difficult body, then go on
loving him, easily, as hard.

 

 

 

 

MOTHERLESS SYSTEM

I no longer call the light, the light.
Even the moth knows better
what burns it.

There was one
world and now there’s this

one. The moon looks
like a zero and a zero
like a bright container

of wounds. Nothing is
nothing.

How did I not understand
this reflection? How did I
not know what I already knew:

the same world that mothers you
unmothers you too.

 

 

 

 

POSTMODERN SYSTEM

It is voluntary to love each other
now. Because we have not

grown more simple. Because
in our dreams it always replays,

the day the planes were flying
and then not flying. The buildings

standing and then gone. I think
we should have a new kind of dreaming

where planes transform into women
where women transform

into buildings and the men inside them
jump and the women transform

into a soft sea below. Because it is still so
unimaginable–the act of jumping,

the fact of buildings and people
high in them and no sea. And men

who loved women and men who loved
men and children

who loved their fathers and
mothers who jumped too.

What we need now is a bed
smoothed into the side of a mountain

where we could sleep. How beautiful
the nerve of us to think

we have plenty of time and breathing.

 

 

 

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Kimberly Grey's first book, The Opposite of Light, won the 2015 Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize and was recently published by Persea Books. Her work has appeared in Tin House, A Public Space, Kenyon Review, among other journals. A recent Wallace Stegner Fellow, she's currently a lecturer in creative writing at Stanford University.

 

 

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