Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Poem: "The Double Boy"

The Double Boy

The clock chatters; with no beating heart
Lung or breast how can she tell the time?
--Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin, “The Absent Girl”

The double boy takes off his clothes.
He sees his body in the nude
face of the glass whose back is covered.

He points the mirror, like a telescope,
and the glittery dress waves
its short inverted sleeves.

No one is in the room.
The boy in the glass could get into the dress in the glass
and into the inverted bed.

The bed is rocking gently like a ship.
His body waves.
His bones wave like a flag.

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3 comments:

Tory said...

I love your erotic stuff...there's a starkness that's enticing and it isn't at all messy (my interpretation of the erotic often is) :-P

Jee Leong Koh said...

I'm glad to hear you are into non-messy enticing starkness.

Tory said...

Starkness has a way of hardening...my heart! Not...other parts...(well maybe those parts too).