{"id":693,"date":"2010-01-01T22:46:46","date_gmt":"2010-01-02T03:46:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?p=693"},"modified":"2010-01-01T22:46:46","modified_gmt":"2010-01-02T03:46:46","slug":"lisa-zaran","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/2010\/01\/lisa-zaran\/","title":{"rendered":"Lisa Zaran"},"content":{"rendered":"

You Should Be So Lucky<\/strong><\/p>\n

If you were my husband, I’d brush
\neach moment of illusion off the bed
\nlike a housemaid with a broom.
\nLet no ocean begin to sound unless
\nyou and I were already warm inside
\nour hotel room drinking wine and showing
\nour vulnerable affections.<\/p>\n

If you were my husband, I’d treat you fragile
\nas the ten feet of space between vehicles
\nrushing 75 on the highway because the universe
\nis in that space,
\ncan change from exotic to dead in a second.
\nLet no delta Blues pluck a chord unless
\nthe close crop of your dark hair lit up
\nmy features like an afternoon walk of consolation
\nand counting stars we know are there
\nbut can not see.<\/p>\n

If you were my husband, I’d name you honey.
\nIt would be my chief pleasure to lie in your arms
\nand swirl my fingers around in your chest hair
\nwhile you spoke about an ex you thought you loved
\nyet deceived you and I would despise her
\nand everything she is and I would ask you:
\nwant me to kick her ass?<\/p>\n

Which would make you smile and kiss the top
\nof my burning head and shake me with your bear paws.
\nIf you were my husband, I would love you
\nwith a fresh start every second of every day
\nand just to increase upon our luck, I would promise
\nnever to deceive you and I would get a sheet of paper
\nnotarized which read: She will always remain pretty.
\nThen you wouldn’t have to worry about me getting fat
\nor old or frumpy even after having twelve children
\nthat all looked like you.<\/p>\n

If you were my husband, this nest of anxiety
\nwould disappear and I could stuff all my sadness
\nback into the suitcase of my heart.
\nLike all great marriages that last beyond the grave
\nwe will be lost to the world but not each other,
\nsurrounded by fragments of light and star,
\nthe shape and color of your eyes.<\/p>\n

When people ask me: so why aren’t you two married yet?
\nI gesture with my middle finger that we are.
\nIf you were my husband, things would be easier.
\nI wouldn’t have to kill other women with my looks
\nor defend the great institution that we are going to become.
\nI wouldn’t have to feel like I work very hard
\ntaming your thoughts- that great deal of poetry
\nthat keeps falling out of your head. Things would
\nbe like a sentimental love story and I the heroine
\nblowing kisses on your nipples and pressing
\nthe little gold weight of my body against yours.<\/p>\n

Bamboo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ending where you begin, shapeless,
\nnestled in the fur of your body, I
\ncannot find my skin.<\/p>\n

Why ask you where I am.
\nOver the park, birds string-lace
\nfrom limb to limb.<\/p>\n

There are instances I find my hands,
\nrare occasions my voice cries
\nout from a throat,
\nI thought was yours.<\/p>\n

Lisa Zaran is a poet, essayist and author of six collections including The Blondes Lay Content<\/em> and the sometimes girl<\/em>, the latter of which was the focus of a year long translation course in Germany.\u00a0 She is the founder and editor of the online poetry journal Contemporary American Voices <\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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