You're the shadow shadow lurking in me and the lunatic light waiting in that shadow. Ghostwriter of my half-life, intention's ambush I can't prepare for, ruthless whammy you have me ogling a blinding sun, my right eye naked even with both lids closed— glowering sun, unerring navigator around this
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Unveiling, Wakefield
I say to the named granite stone, to the brown grass,
to the dead chrysanthemums, Mother, I still have a
body, what else could receive my mind’s transmissions,
its dots and dashes of pain? I expect and get no answer,
no loamy scent of her coral geraniums. She who is now
immaterial, for better or worse, no longer needs to speak
for me to hear, as in a continuous loop, classic messages
of wisdom, love and fury. MAKE! DO! a note on our fridge
commanded. Here I am making, unmaking, doing, undoing.
Copyright © 2015 by Gail Mazur. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 29, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.
Copyright © 2015 by Gail Mazur. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 29, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.

Gail Mazur
Gail Mazur is the author of Figures in a Landscape (University of Chicago Press, 2011), Zeppo’s First Wife: New & Selected Poems (University of Chicago Press, 2005), which won the 2006 Massachusetts Book Award, and They Can’t Take That Away from Me (University of Chicago Press, 2001), among other books.