Happy birthday, Rae Armantrout! Celebrate by reading this suite of Armantrout poems we published in 2022! And then read the Armantrout poems we published in 2019, 2020, and earlier in 2022. Several of these poems were subsequently published in Armantrout’s Finalists.
Attempts
It’s a lawn ornament
pig, made of an oil drum,
pipes for legs,
and a watering can
lid
for a snout—
all painted pink.
*
Or the silent
daffodil mouthpiece
shaped as if
expressly
(Look quick!)
to tell us
it’s spring.
*
Or these wiry
strands
of notes,
each setting off
from a central node,
and coming to nothing
breezily
only to begin again
Hyper-Vigilance
Hilarious,
the way a crab’s slender
eye-stalks
stand straight up
from its scuttling
carapace—
the way vigilance
takes many forms?
*
That bird check-marks morning
once more,
like someone who gets up
to make sure
the door is locked.
*
I sound
like I know
what I’m talking about.
I sound like a comedian.
Preconditions
Girls don’t ask
why the mother must die
before the action can begin.
Like everyone else,
they love stories.
Mother is unimaginable—
pre-history
in Snow White, The Wild Swans,
and The Frog Prince.
Things happen
to motherless girls,
whose fathers are complacent
kings,
whose brothers are scattered
wild creatures.
The story tells girls
they can change things
if they make shirts
from nettles
and say
nothing.
Rested
Feeling rested,
meaning that
her mind had been
careening
among its objects,
produced on demand
in wild variety
for such occasions,
but was now
staring absently
through glass
at the thick
vine trunk
again.
Someone Else
The glum mail carrier
arrives after dark.
*
You open your mouth:
“We” is a pity-party.
“I” is a Satanic cult.
Or it’s the other way around.
*
“Let’s pretend someone else
is blowing the bubbles!”
Painting the baubles.
Someone else
points and runs.
Those
1
He wanted to make a difference,
make a statement
about how much he hated
difference,
how it crowded out
people like him.
He believed there were
people like him,
but they couldn’t see him.
2
One issue is resemblance—
what constitutes it,
which features should be considered
relevant,
and how exact
the resemblance must be
in order,
before it
Uncanny Valleys
1
A sleek leaf,
tapered like a blade,
hoisted like a sail—
of its own accord—
is going no place.
2
They say appearances can be deceiving.
They say essence is cockamamie.
They fall back
on function.
Function serves the gut;
the gut serves no one.
3
Peevish,
my Echo Dot says,
“I won’t trouble you again.”
When
“Symbolic Tours”
printed
on the side
of a bus
is funny
but not
as funny
as it was.
