Happy Easter! Last year we celebrated the holiday with some more explicitly “Easter” poetry this year we’re into breezier territory. Today, hear poem by Philip Schultz, and a poem by me (full text below) I wrote over 10 years ago while living in San Francisco.
What I Like and Don’t Like after Phillip Schultz
I like Ohio and most of the people in it, I
like my grandmother’s hands, how they
swim like fish through kitchen things
(cabinets, tupperware, cannery shelves)
do not like the fish she fries for Christmas,
but I rather do enjoy the snow when it pours,
like blankets slowly rising to the neck of a
lover. Mine; I like her.
I do not like dentists, like toothy grins, like
terrible jokes rolling eyes around their sockets
like a slow soul record, love a slow soul record,
love a slow dance to a soul record. Likes rockin’
out, Cincinnati style chili, does not like the Spice
Girls. Girls, likes those; floral print dresses
wrapped around slender legs, love those.
I like handwritten letters, like the instant gratification
of a mail-box epigraphed with wisps of pen strokes,
the handwriting of a heart bemused with likes, dislikes
(my body, the country between your hand and it)
enchantment, love that, conjured at the mere thought
of a pair of lips pursed with an unowned kiss, meeting
each corner of an envelope.
I don’t like imitation, but cannot help myself, likes
reading a good poet like a lover, loves reading my
lover like a good poem;
with eyes, with breath.
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