(no subject)
as published in the New Yorker.
EH?
by Nathalie Anderson
JANUARY 19, 2009
Eh he said and she
dreamed eh. It was
like that between them.
Not that his lips dreamed,
not that his dreamed lips
parted. Eh he’d say
and her dream was eh,
was all eh, all and
only. Sometimes
a near kiss an almost tide
drawn back withdrawn withdrawing.
Sometimes the hackled wave
raised, drew back its lip, sheered
its teeth, coughed its raw
guttural. Or
she herself voicing
involuntary eh
his whatever, his
what-it-is. But
sometimes his naked eh
with her ah alongside-
the rocked hulls nudging nuzzling
or was it scraping what
did she care? Would his eh
oh? How fast she’d
founder, taking on water,
mouth emptying full.
By day she’d hear on the air
his syllable, turn
toward or away, does it
matter? If she said ah
would he dream ah? Oh-
not like that between them.
EH?
by Nathalie Anderson
JANUARY 19, 2009
Eh he said and she
dreamed eh. It was
like that between them.
Not that his lips dreamed,
not that his dreamed lips
parted. Eh he’d say
and her dream was eh,
was all eh, all and
only. Sometimes
a near kiss an almost tide
drawn back withdrawn withdrawing.
Sometimes the hackled wave
raised, drew back its lip, sheered
its teeth, coughed its raw
guttural. Or
she herself voicing
involuntary eh
his whatever, his
what-it-is. But
sometimes his naked eh
with her ah alongside-
the rocked hulls nudging nuzzling
or was it scraping what
did she care? Would his eh
oh? How fast she’d
founder, taking on water,
mouth emptying full.
By day she’d hear on the air
his syllable, turn
toward or away, does it
matter? If she said ah
would he dream ah? Oh-
not like that between them.