Dailies 2/17/17: Who is your city? A death & a pregnancy & an immigrant

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Who Is Your City? – Medbh McGuckian  

 

The canal’s middle swells with waiting
for odd hours of night in the middle of the day.
North appears everywhere, the now of the snow,
warming ice counts itself away in different
sun angles, like a block of frozen ink
insisting on the line. The water knows
the way down, to the Titanic and her two
sisters. She rouges her silver likeness,
buttons her gown herself, so high, so closed,
her days malodorous from saturated skies.

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My Father Was a Young Man Then – Maria Mazziotti Gillan

Only 16, when he came from Italy alone,
moved into the Riverside neighborhood
full of Italians from Cilento—all of whom
spoke the same dialect, so it was as though
they had transported those mountain villages

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Control Feast – Elizabeth Metzger

Either you’ve died, or you arrive
beside me at a funeral

patchily reaching out
from your zero gravity chair

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Note: no new poem up at Verse Daily today. 

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