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FROM ODETTE

Sara Gelston

 

 

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To spoil the middle: the world
is a tough place to chew
your way through. No one famous
will say this. I sent up a handful
of letters with a handful of birds
and now a handful of people
believe I love them when I don’t.
What’s this curse that has me
confessing the right thing
to the wrong person? How now,
with only two remaining birds,
can I still not tell the one who
carries from the one who calls?

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The radio plays a familiar song. It sounds like the season
where everyone begins to imagine their lives

in warmer places, what might have been
if only this, if given that. I don’t remember

the name of that season. I don’t remember
the name for this feeling. There are times

I’ve been sure that everything is a game,
that we are awake and dry and living

in a Portuguese town. I’ve been told enough
times what isn’t true. I’m sure I saw us

walking down a street, through a painting, in a home
someone claimed was burned. Who could pull off

such a hoax? This new world is strange,
but please tell me how strange.

 

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This is an excerpt from Odette(New Michigan Press, 2016).