Cover image: “Abandoned” by Tanya Camp.
Published: September 5, 2012 [125 copies]
D. Gilson holds an MFA from Chatham University and is currently a PhD student in American Literature & Culture at George Washington University. His poetry, essays, and reviews have appeared in Assaracus, Beloit Poetry Journal, Moon City Review, The Rumpus, and elsewhere. Find him at dgilson.com.
Something Like Praise
Praise be to Neruda and his poems
that tell the beginning, the thousand
ways to say I love you. Praise be
to Plath, the need for fuck you, eat shit
and die you heartless bastard,
her poems the poems I needed when
the man I thought I loved–the one
I gave Neruda to–up and quit
on me. Andy said the heart’s
a violent muscle, opening and closing
and praise him for that, but mostly,
praise be to my mother, whom I call
drunk one night and cry to from a time
zone away. When I tell her that I will never
love again, she sighs, says life is queer,
isn’t it? And I expect her to hang up,
to say call me when you are sober,
but she crades the phone in the nape
of her neck as I cradle the phone
in the nape of mine, whispers a story
of when she almost left my father,
but didn’t, the story I will retell
myself years later, when, broken,
I praise our ability to move forward.
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