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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Jeanne Obbard lives in the Philadelphia suburbs and works as a project manager on oncology trials. Her poetry has appeared most recently in The Briar Cliff Review, Construction, District Lit, and The Moth.
Poets Resist
Edited by Kolleen Carney Hoepfner
May 30, 2018
Edited by Kolleen Carney Hoepfner
May 30, 2018
I’m coming for your guns
I will fold them up small,
in the string-theoried eleventh dimension and I will
tuck them away there and you will be sad.
I’m coming for your guns, it’s true; I plan
to trade them for Lego minifigs. I have one
who looks just like Ron Swanson as Duke Silver;
you’ll see.
I am coming for your guns, all
“5 to 10 million” AR-15s, and I aim
to turn them in at the local police station where
they will origami them one by one
down to a wakeful stillness,
and the bullets will be pulled apart by
an army of Etsy sellers and turned
into flowerpots, birdbaths, and earrings.
I’m not insensible to the loss you will feel.
In the place of guns I will give you
dark chocolate, a video
of 30-year-old Stevie Nicks singing “Wild Heart,”
and lavender crushed in your hands in
December, still smelling of thunderous nights
with some lover you love to feel the missing of.
I will give you the spit of sand that is
Pea Island, with the docile sound on one side
and the ocean on the other, all to yourself,
for hours, and all you hear is the wind
washing you kindly emptied.
In short, I will give you
the whole world of things. Which, if you think about it,
you already have. In other words
I have nothing to give you. In other words
aren’t you already
complete? Isn’t all the rest of the
gunless, unbloodied cosmos
enough?
Poets Resist is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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