Ever Again by Adrienne Rich Lyrics
Mockingbird shouts Escape! Escape!
and would I could I’d
fly, drive back to that house
up the long hill between queen
anne’s lace and common daisyface
shoulder open stuck door
run springwater from kitchen
tap drench tongue
palate and throat
throw window sashes up screens down
breathe in mown grass
pine-needle heat
manure, lilac unpack
brown sacks from the store:
ground meat, buns, tomatoes, one
big onion, milk and orange juice
iceberg lettuce, ranch dressing
potato chips, dill pickles
the Caledonian-Record
Portuguese rosé in round-hipped flask
open the box of newspapers by the stove
reread: (Vietnam Vietnam)
Set again on the table
the Olivetti, the stack
of rough yellow typing paper
mark the the crashed instant
of one summer’s mosquito
on a bedroom door
voices of boys outside
proclaiming twilight and hunger
Pour iced vodka into a shotglass
get food on the table
sitting with those wild heads
over hamburgers, fireflies, music
staying up late with the typewriter
falling asleep with the dead
and would I could I’d
fly, drive back to that house
up the long hill between queen
anne’s lace and common daisyface
shoulder open stuck door
run springwater from kitchen
tap drench tongue
palate and throat
throw window sashes up screens down
breathe in mown grass
pine-needle heat
manure, lilac unpack
brown sacks from the store:
ground meat, buns, tomatoes, one
big onion, milk and orange juice
iceberg lettuce, ranch dressing
potato chips, dill pickles
the Caledonian-Record
Portuguese rosé in round-hipped flask
open the box of newspapers by the stove
reread: (Vietnam Vietnam)
Set again on the table
the Olivetti, the stack
of rough yellow typing paper
mark the the crashed instant
of one summer’s mosquito
on a bedroom door
voices of boys outside
proclaiming twilight and hunger
Pour iced vodka into a shotglass
get food on the table
sitting with those wild heads
over hamburgers, fireflies, music
staying up late with the typewriter
falling asleep with the dead