Damage Deposit

This poem won Honourable mention in the 2009 2-Day Poem Contest

My Rumi, your Yeats. You back the threadbare furniture out the parlour

door. I don’t help. In the kitchen, water unboils; effervescent dust motes

float above the white stove. A tumbler of kumquat preserves coagulates

on the window sill. Noxious cleaners tumble from under the kitchen sink,

freed; the dust pan stands awkwardly against the wall. A quagmire of

plastic bags unbind themselves and launch onto the floor. A gradation of

stains on the white counter is unprinted by the sponge with bits of egg

clinging to it. Toast crumb and coffee grain confetti disperses behind the

appliances. Stray pennies left on the floor remind how we improvise. The

freak fortune of our meeting coalesces with the closing of the door.

Turning back, the hands on the dial stand up straight, embrace as if they


mail on the table
addressed to no one we know
cup we found outside

Published online June 01 2009.

This poem was a winner in CV2’s annual 2-Day Poem Contest. Every April, CV2 challenges players to create a new original poem that uses all 10 words of our choosing. It’s poetry under pressure for prizes, publication, and personal bests. Learn how to sign up for the next 2-Day Poem Contest.

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This piece was published in ‘Poetry Only,’ the Spring 2010 issue of CV2.

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