Cauldron Anthology Issue 3: Year 1 Collection Cauldron Anthology Year One Issue FINAL 1.17.18 | Page 62

i bet you knew now i do too
Elisabeth Horan
Goddamn,
it was such a great day when i met you.
you called my poems
powerful and excellent.
i’ve never been anything close to those
god-like words
and yet you gave them to me, so easily
for free!
i knocked,
you let me in.
called me over with my verbs
in hand -
so darn
simple.
Harder
day
happened
when i wrote -
you
didn’t
answer
right
away
like i hoped.
junking out the rust and the old carburetors leaking clotted oil in your brain.
stuff so bad the recycling center calls hazmat when they see it dumped in the corner behind the
dumpster that is your heart. A heart so big it pops regularly and the deflating helium makes a whine
like tea ready between your ears
and the light from the explosion of the aortic chamber is like one Yin of the strobe light - it has no
brother of Yang to weigh it out so lopsided, it is - too bright, too white
i hear you in the back room sweeping dust that isn’t there - i’ve done it
making cobwebs for work to do - the easy work, of time, time
spun of 7-legged spiders
weary of the toil you set them to -