Citations: poems by Lou Garcia-Dolnik

By | 31 October 2021

If We’re Going to Talk about Love, Please, We Have to Talk about Violence

Half-past ten the sun on its axis.
You have needed me for hours
like I have needed sleep—

I don’t know how to keep me responsive.

The first sound is the suburb, then the furniture
vibrating with address for the phone I promised
I’d keep close to me. You have needed me for hours
though truth is

I don’t know how to keep me responsible.

Stop you told your partner that day, and he didn’t
or at least not until he had proven you responsive
in the way the cops weren’t responsive
not after the first couple of times
though staying safe isn’t that easy
which you know by your skin first

then your skin.

21, you loved to think Schrödinger
was pronounced shrodangle and that all cats
can be said to be there and not there, really,
such is their nature

and mathematics has serviced us with knowledge that
everything must be begun and ended in the sense that loving
gets the better of the way we have suffered to love each other.

Once, a nurse told me we are an anatomy of discrete,
closed systems—nothing that enters these bodies holds

Or perhaps his finger’s grip on the pulse of your agency
was never or always there. I cannot not remember it,
the threat of his texture—ache before injury which I
too felt for having held you

but now am holding you in the way sirens hold the night
their promise to keep injury imagined, just a little longer, now—

You ask for the day and my attention.

Everything I had missed

and not missed.

This poem’s title is adapted from a line in Emily Skaja’s ‘Remarkable the litter of birds’.

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