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Robert Frost Said Poetry Is a Way of Taking Life by the Throat

So this is the phone call, the email
in the dark hours after everyone’s gone
to bed, glass of wine on the nightstand still
half full, words important as air.
This is the song Kings of Leon sings—
the melancholy one, the one that ends
with a smile, the one your wife plays
in the shower because she doesn’t know
what it means. This is the apology—
an I’m sorry to appease the angels,
bypass the flaming swords barring us
from Eden, put the fruit back on the tree.

This is the sold sign planted in mud,
telling Shropshire the flat’s been taken.
This is the job ad for a man who loves
making plans, who teases fact from fog
the way chefs on Chopped cook complete
meals from whatever mystery ingredients
are in the basket, the way Fred Astaire
dances on the ceiling. This is the history
book teachers warn their class to read
with suspicion, eyes in search of bias
that leads to lies, penned by a poet
compelled to change the past, certain
a few good lines could write the future,
certain a future waits to be written,
certain the only story that ends happily
is the one that never ends.


Marissa Glover teaches and writes in Florida, where she is co-editor of Orange Blossom Review and a senior editor at The Lascaux Review. Marissa’s work appears in Rust + Moth, Mothers Always Write, Okay Donkey, and Whale Road Review, among other journals. Her debut poetry collection LET GO OF THE HANDS YOU HOLD is forthcoming from Mercer University Press in 2021. Follow Marissa on Twitter @_MarissaGlover_.

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