Bio Note: Hello, everyone. Thanks for reading this little poem. I'm Lori Howe, and I am fascinated by the way the laws of physics and the human condition bang up against each other, the heart and mind colliding. I'm grateful for the constant challenge of trying to find words for our inhabiting of the world.
A New Law of Liquids in Flight
–for Patrick At the deep kitchen sink, I blow a handful of iridescent foam across morning’s uncharted kitchen to watch it sail like a lit cloud through sunlight, to see it pillow golden as raclette dripping garlicky and fine from seeded rye toasted caramel over open flame, to watch it wisp linen-white and clean as an egret through cool air at sunrise, to willow gently as a dancer’s tulle in the first lemony quiet of day. Oh, we have missed this, I think—missed knowing that liquids can be anything, anything, while in flight; missed knowing that desire is solid, liquid, and gas all at once, shifting from amber to nectarine and back to oxygen. Oh, my love, the heart is not a scientist, but a container meant to leak a little, a jar of honey on its side, a slow streaming out; once freed from the glass ribs of logic, its contrails supping us this fleeting, sticky mouthful of sweetness where we lie together in the fragrant shade of wild pinyons and clementines.
©2021 Lori Howe
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