Saturday, August 17, 2013
The Sound of Sugar....Joy Gaines-Friedler
It’s coming upon a year my friend sat
in her Hospice bed, said, it’s all so terrible
and, now I know love.
And, my neighbor called to say his wife
is leaving him.
I admit slugging through with only
a feathery slip of a word—
Lately a kind of dividend is paid
when nothing changes overnight
when the phone remains silent
and no conduit of news diminishes us.
That exoskeleton that can grow around me
keeping sweetness out?
I’m sorry for that too.
When my friend, thin as a wing,
looked at me and said,
this must be so hard on you,
I shook-off that boney layer.
I let that be her last gift to me.
My neighbor keeps everything clean,
has dropped his wife’s name; turned her into a pronoun.
She’s living with someone else,
he says without my asking.
Every morning a chickadee flings itself
against the window—fighting its reflection—
defending against itself.
Today, at the mail box, my neighbor said,
she’s not coming back.
About the Poet:
Joy Gaines-Friedler’s work is widely published in journals, including Rattle, Margie, The New York Quarterly, and others. Her first full-length book of poetry, Like Vapor, was published by Mayapple Press (2008). Joy teaches creative writing for non-profits in the Detroit area including Springfed Arts and Common Ground where she works with families of victims of homicide.
About the Sound of Sugar:
We’ve loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), so now we want an opportunity to better hear our contributors. We will feature an audio recording of a poem from one of our seven issues, read by the poet and updated every couple of weeks. This an open invitation to all contributors from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to hear it.