Friday, July 21, 2017

We'll Marry Our Fortunes Together by Jim Zola

It starts with a darkness
you mistake for light.
You search each room
expecting to find more.
Empty glasses, dirty socks,
dog-eared books with broken spines.
I follow you, little shadow,
wanting to kiss
the soles of your feet. 
Tomorrow we will remember
our names. My Abelard
pressed against your Heloise.

Yesterday you traced the river
with a finger, sent it to me.
What am I to do with so much
water. I drink seven cups a day
and search for a bridge
to take you under.

You say wine. I drink
and shout out the window –
come home sweet nothing
You search and in each room
find my wife. She smiles
barefoot, marks her spot
in the book. The story of us.
The room fills with water. 
Drink. Open the window.
I swim to you.

Jim Zola has worked in a warehouse, as a security guard, in a bookstore, as a teacher for Deaf children, as a toy designer for Fisher Price, and currently as a children's librarian. Published in many journals through the years, his publications include a chapbook -- The One Hundred Bones of Weather (Blue Pitcher Press) -- and a full length poetry collection -- What Glorious Possibilities (Aldrich Press). He currently lives in Greensboro, NC.

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