that rather than interview a bolas spider, you'd
dial me up on the last pay phone, the one
of Tacoma Screw. Because I knew it was
like a cashmere-wool blend sock and the pair
print panties it's electrically sticking to, I
for no red lights because you're Fantasia
the Red Dragon Casino, Rock and Roll's Greatest
earthlings, our sibling citizens of this swirly world,
which only grows bluer the farther away from it
I haven't read this collection of poems yet, but I read and enjoyed her earlier one Blue Positive (Steel Toe Books). Her poems about pregnancy, childbirth, and motherhood never stop engaging the reader.
Here's one of my favorite poems from the book:
Getting Kicked by a Fetus
before the door of an elevator opens.
Like the almost imperceptible
springs you waded through
in Iroquois Lake.
sometimes low and fizzy like a pie
releasing steam, like beans
on the stovetop — slow
meeting waves, slosh bringing sand crabs
that wriggle invisibly in.
pushing through surf,
or a single herring
sometimes a tadpole stuck in a pond growing smaller
and smaller, a puddle of mud, squirmy like worms —
now your left, now your right. Sometimes
from a distance it read TACO, but up close
the faintest glow, an occasional E or X,
like an ember re-igniting.
of your foot, sunken well between ankle and heel,
reminder of a world beneath your skin, world
of which you know little,
like the ones you dove into at Bradley Beach, at Barneget,
growing less frequent, your giant ocean
drying up, your little swimmer
to the waves
of his birth.
Martha Silano‘s The Little Office of the Immaculate Conception chosen by Campbell McGrath as the winner of the 2010 Saturnalia Books Poetry Prize. Martha teaches composition and creative writing at Bellevue College.