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Two Poems
NJ Stallard







 

1.    Total Eclipse






Confronted by my loneliness I throw myself into art and money.

I buy half a gallon of milk, far more than I need.
I am new in this country and I cannot control the sizes.

Yesterday I decided I didn’t like the country
and then I decided I did. Both of these positions are defensive.

There are conflicting opinions about milk, of course,
but either way the planet won’t survive.

At the book fair I felt I had to buy something to make sure
I still existed.

I was served by a girl with pink hair and a dress covered in balloons.
But when was the last time you or the girl saw a balloon?

Sometimes the idea of meeting up is better than meeting up.
And so we’ve never met.

A community building has separate entrances for men and women
which is not surprising, but somehow it is.

Most of my favourite poems are ones that feel like a bucket
being emptied out, but not tonight.

Tonight I am writing a poem about an eclipse
I haven’t seen.

When he arrives he takes off his pants
and listens to jazz.

He says there is no hope for journalism but there is a machine by the beach
that gives out free suntan lotion.

I am not admitting certain things to myself
because I don’t know how to describe them.

Instead I use the word lonely.







2.    Ex








Oh, how I adore these failing
            circumstances,
this hotbox of emotional uncertainty,
as we, poised on sunloungers,
watch barechested militia men
dive beyond the rocks. A rotting palm tree
adds atmospheric lighting. The chef blows hot coals
with a hairdryer. The weather is savoury
and kind.

Oh, admire the lines of my
                      phantom halterneck.
Why do we call them tan lines and not time straps?
Yes, there were years I cared but there
were other years I tanned.
Car horn. The light slap of flip flops
across the restaurant floor. The rainbow-painted
ferris wheel of the luna park, which
kept turning through the war.

Oh, please take the sunbathers
                                    to the Hague.
These are not my stories.
I don’t want them anymore,
pressed against my teeth –
the wicked, prickled bubbles
of a burnt tongue.










NJ Stallard is an writer, editor and poet. Her writing and poetry has been published in Tank Magazine, Broadly, PN Review and Ambit.









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