Look by Laura Kasischke

"I bear into this room a platter piled high with the rage my mother felt toward my father!"

Look
by Laura Kasischke

Look! I bear into this room a platter piled high with the rage my 
mother felt toward my father! Yes, it's diamonds now. It's pearls, 
public humiliation, an angry dime-store clerk, a man passed out at the 
train station, a girl at the bookstore determined to read every fucking 
magazine on this shelf for free. They tell us that most of the billions
of worlds beyond ours are simply desolate oceanless forfeits in space. 
But logic tells us there must be operas, there have to be car accidents 
cloaked in that fog. Down here, God just spit on a rock, and it became 
a geologist. God punched a hole in the drywall on earth and pulled
out of that darkness another god. She—

just kept her thoughts to herself. She just—

followed him around the house, and every time he turned a light on,
she turned it off.

First published in Poetry (October 2006).