Frostwriting

Two Poems

by Sarah J. Sloat

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Spoon

found in the knife drawer
with its face
punched in


Steam

The kettle erects its ephemeral city
hivelike and impossibly high

in cliffside stairs over the ocean
it piles up it vanishes
in the climb and the dive

and the climb and the dive

like a repentant suicide
the wail must rise before there’s water

how many mornings have I wrung
my head from steam’s turban
how many miracles

with my own eyes
 

Steam is previously published in Rhino. Both Spoon and Steam appear in Sarah Sloat’s chapbook Homebodies, available from Hyacinth Girl Press.

Sarah Sloat joined the living in the 60s. She was born in New Jersey. She is now of Europe. It’s a five-hour drive to the beach. Sarah is a feminist non-believer who works in news and spends a lot of time reading. In theory, she loves nature. After reading Pearl S. Buck’s “The Good Earth” and “Imperial Woman” in her youth, her biggest wish was to visit China. She studied Chinese and made it there, but through a series of fateful turns ended up in Germany, speaking German. Her favorite poetry includes Vasko Popa’s ‘Little Box’ poems. She prefers Sexton to Plath. Long ago she stopped drinking soda. Her chapbooks include “Inksuite” and “Excuse Me While I Wring this Long Swim out of My Hair” from Dancing Girl Press. Another chapbook, “Homebodies,” was published in 2012 by Hyacinth Girl Press. Sarah keeps a blog at The Rain in My Purse.

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