Another Post With a Different Alice: DIAGRAM 9.1 is live
Holy monkey skank, the new DIAGRAM is good. Gawk this list of contributors, and then a splendid poem by Alice George after the break:
Nik De Dominic
Peter Jay Shippy
Laurie E. White
For ages all of us have got the story wrong.
Take tonight, this party I just came home from.
There’s something wrong with me. I’ve
got the wrong end of the stick or maybe
it’s the way I’m holding it, the way it’s sharp.
The shtick of the party, the excuse of it,
was our children, teenage musicians
running away from us as fast as they
can while standing still and eating
our money and cashing our hugs. Fast
as a virus, we all said yes when asked to lift
wine in cut glass flutes, lining kids up
to snap their black-clad likeness before a pre-
show call and no one isn’t pleasant
but it’s horrible too and wrong how
we arrange ourselves thusly. Where the hell
are the family funerals, the messy reunions?
Arranged like an ad for education,
we hum with self-satisfaction we rub
our fingers over the lip of ourselves
we sing without mess or connection.
The hostess asked for appetizers
or desserts but didn’t specify a ratio
so five apple crisps and four pumpkin
pies go on and on about October
in this ad of a kitchen all steel and glass.
For ages all of have got the story wrong,
we aren’t supposed to seek out new people
to construct tales of success over
artichoke dip we’re supposed to be doing
good work and then resting, tired to the bone.
There’s something wrong with me how
when I’m alone I am large and when together
I am small or sometimes it feels the opposite:
I swell like a blister when I rub up against
and subside when alone, a tale told to the wall.
Without mess or connection we drive away
from the reception knowing less than we need
and more than we want. Uneaten desserts
swell in the backseat, lovely and wrong.