Spring & All

The deer stand around in the post-winter cilia

Gray dirt      Yellow moss     And I want it

to mean something to people, but

how can I explain it, this feeling of relaxedness

and dread     Last night, I got into an argument

with my wife and it lingers still in the air

of this house, though things, I guess, are all

worked out    An argument about nothing

and no one     Oatmeal, lavender, a tub

of hot water    Hyacinth pokes up

through what’s left of the snow     Meanwhile,

Viet Cong skronk     “Bunker Buster”

I’m listening     Those deer in heaven above

shouldn’t be anywhere near this place     We

don’t live in the country    We live in the trees

called a city, and not only deer, but people

die here too     The neighbors across the street

are elderly      The storm sirens get tested

every first Wednesday     I want this to matter, but

it’s only within me     Hermetic spin cycle     Cloying

afternoon     I am apologetic inside myself for miles

into the earth about my failure to entertain you

and about the anger I carry, but I will not say

I’m sorry     I will not say love    I will sit here

by the window, by the fire, by rote     I will

tremble like a thimble, as the green shoots up,

and disappear a little     Then I won’t

Matt Hart is the author of five books of poems: Who’s Who Vivid (Slope Editions, 2006), Wolf Face (H_NGM_N BKS, 2010), Light-Headed (BlazeVOX, 2011), Sermons and Lectures Both Blank and Relentless (Typecast Publishing, 2012), and Debacle Debacle (H_NGM_N BKS, 2013). Additionally, his work has appeared in numerous journals, such as Cincinnati Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Harvard Review, jubilat, Lungfull!, and Post Road, among others.

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