Jen Crawford: 3 poems

dale and nina stack up horizontally in the bed §

  Jen Crawford

  Three poems

 
  circulation i

dale and his girlfriend nina come back to mum’s house with me
to see this place they haven’t been. sort of late

teen tourists in a span of life. poppa’s dying
his luminous death in mum and jim’s bed.

dale and nina stack up horizontally in the bed
beside him, their heads forming a short column of two

like they’re conjoined at the neck. they’re watching him quietly
as a service to my family and that’s the night.

at the same time they’re keeping the luminosity.
then dale’s alone, and mum watches while he sleeps.

  circulation ii

it falls over the edge and we go to chase it falls over the edge we go to chase i have paste for that kind of rift i have six friends who would like to host the water falling over the edge in their garden that is a trampoline quivering out

it is a beginning that each one wants the ball but after his molars are pushing up through we find another child hands us the ball that is another lamp leading back and forth to the edges where soreness tips

she asks you what it is the four of them in motion their hair so long we haven’t bought scissors for the water in their faces tipping away like a ball if we’re sore in a little circle around a credit card account we find a way to chase

into the corner at the glass shelf while he covers his face we walk in circles through the howling that is a zebra and that is a giraffe against the world that makes noises suitable for its names he is refusing because they’re sweet

giving me a tiny edge of fine hairs on the fine edge of his mother comes only for a day we touch the cut to their warm garden made of green water with lilies take the swelling for she comes for a day leaves on sun

when you are more tired you crawl and when you are more tired you sit as
the ball rolls to an atom skirting on a fine rim we go and take some words with us that he’s learned to clap to see the water shake over the edge

  circulation iii

sweetheart they have to be even if you don’t remember sweetheart they have to be even if you don’t remember sweetheart they have to be even if you don’t remember sweetheart they have to be sweetheart they have to be sweetheart they have to be even they have to be even they have to be even they have to be even if you don’t remember even to be even if you don’t remember even to be even if you don’t remember where they have to be you don’t remember where they have to be you don’t remember where they have you don’t remember where they have you don’t remember where they have you don’t remember where they have to be you have to be you don’t remember where you have to be they have to be you don’t remember where they have to be they have to be you don’t remember where you have to don’t remember you have to don’t remember you have to don’t remember to don’t remember to don’t remember to don’t remember even if to be they have to be you even if to be they have to be you even if to be they have to be somewhere even if to be they have to be somewhere even if somewhere even if somewhere they have to be somewhere even if somewhere they have to be somewhere they have to be where they are to be somewhere they have to be where they are to be somewhere they have to be where they are to be somewhere where they are somewhere where they are somewhere where they are they are somewhere where they are they are somewhere where they are they are somewhere
 

 
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Jen Crawford is an Assistant Professor of Writing at the University of Canberra. Recent poetry publications are lichen loves stone (Tinfish Press) and Koel (Cordite Books). ‘Circulations i’, ‘ii’ and ‘iii’ are part of a set of poems that will appear alongside work by Monica Carroll, Owen Bullock and Shane Strange in the anthology 5,6,7,8, (Recent Work Press) later in 2016.

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