Sue Goyette: Six poems - from Ocean nine The idea of home was so big, so bottomless, carpenters had to tie a rope around their waists for fear of being swallowed whole by the houses…
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I dream that I've twisted the stem from a newly grown zucchini, revealing a flood of ants. The image is too silly, too much like Dali to be taken seriously. Yet it's horrifying. An infestation in a place I never expected to find it.
Another definition of horror--and of happiness--an unfolding for which one could not have been prepared.