He hid in plain sight his own highest hopes wearing the red scarf They had rehearsed it blue ski parka clutch of photographs the formative event of his childhood taken to the railroad station He maintained a journal his real name safely stashed in Scarsdale Most of the spoken words modest wooden houses well-ordered chimneys The details of the dancing in the same pleasant tone But his first alcoholic beverage turkey with all the trimmings Then, there's the sound your eye right up to the screen a slight breeze in the back of the house the difference between spinning records Sitting on the porch Violet has her suitcase in her bouncy way feeling guilty about the string beans and at least for now how she breathes as someone always will This sense of life relatively safe the service road everyone secretly knows And this is not about her placement as a showgirl and then to medical school I can't stand those eyes whipped up and let down hundreds of vacant chairs taking piano lessons The agonizing storytelling technique of the pencilmakers themselves Lots of parked cars in the arms of her own home I'd change my clothes Assume the weight of tragedy that a girl makes whose gown seems the awful truth The feel of it in these terms the need to be redeemed in the flesh kissing each other's rings
From Household Mechanics by Sarah Mangold. Copyright © 2002 by Sarah Mangold. Reprinted by permission of New Issues Press. All rights reserved.