This poem won Second place in the 2016 2-Day Poem Contest
In the dream I have head lice—
the only girl in the troupe thus disordered,
diseased. I share a soft room
covered in mattresses. No one minds
my black hair, animate with corpse white bugs
I pick off one by one and squash
between fingernails. I sleep late,
tasting the bitter and salt of other dreams,
now forgotten in the emerald morning.
If the Sami have three hundreds words for snow,
we in the Pacific Northwest need at least that many
for the greens of April. From my aerie where I write,
I look out on the fervent circus below, the hinky
meeting the crazy in a pas de deux of paranoia
and loneliness. They stand on the corner
beneath the newly shattered greens of the birch
and wave their arms in the air, shouting at fortune.
We watch them all day long, have bestowed names
on the regulars, The Dude, Bearded Lady,
and Yellow Hat. Our stars and luck delivered us here,
no deserving, no particular worth. The last time
I rode the bus downtown I sat behind her,
a fairy-tale woman, sun-leathered face a prune,
lips smacking as though remembering
or looking forward to some delicacy.
Thin white hair hung in curtains and now and then,
when the bus turned a corner or jarred in a sudden
stop, parted to reveal a thing on her neck,
a furuncle the size of a small orange, just another
silent amazement in a constantly becoming world.
Published online July 05 2016.
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.