Hannah Jove — The Monarch Review
Three Poems – Hannah Jove
Tuesday, October 6, 2015 9:51 — 0 Comments
Riddled You bring home a carpeted cat tower even though we don’t have any pets. It stands by the window and smells faintly of potpourri. After a few weeks I stop asking about it and new acquaintances are too polite to question it as if it’s a vacant crib and not something you found on a curb. Your love turns into inaccessible stairwells in a building that the city knocks down. I try to pull you back into the hemisphere of our story where we were always wet and forgiving and dizzy but you can’t look me in the eyes […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
