Issue 13: Claire Crowther
Crash, I Said
There were hazards, as they say, there.
Hidden driveways. There’s always random. You don’t know
whether Schrödinger’s cat will be alive or dead when
you open the box. You only
observe. Is this a diversion, the wrong route? Try
to decide just how your interaction with the cat
kills it. You don’t kill it. Something
already dead was sauntering out of its drive
towards the road where I was happy theorising
of closure. Perhaps I thought immortality.
Luckily the dead person didn’t believe in that
and gave way, giving me my head
past the camera. It was that kind of road: not built
up but long inhabited, not broad but wide enough,
so its hazards didn’t faze me.
I’ll reoffend and sometimes not against the law
but against my own judgement. It is when unzoned worlds
look out for me, pull out the dead
from under my wheels, or just cats, I kill nothing
or can kill nothing, over and over. Oh, I see
just reader: count, of my three justs,
how many positive, how many negative.
On balance – live, die – vision isn’t a simple thing.
My Friends’ Half Marathon
Girls and lay on its course. As Paige
and while people. (Whatever you.)
Had something door? Since we sometimes
it, right thing that when one shoulder.
What happens to take fear of feet
Greenwich? ‘Magma,’ muttered the Dub
‘when they shall be right hang on them.’
It hurt. Well as though Derry leaned
over Jake were running, dropping
his arms around his hawken. ‘Once
again and not be here?’ Iuthie
coming digitigrade. ‘Where you
need it,’ (aside her voice) bare thing –
‘By Judith bronte,’ Izzie smiled
‘the hot election of this speech.’
was hatching, cross-hatching; dead
aisled the field. Tractors decayed
at the edge.
Drivers had thrown to rot what
will not rot.
Our plan had wintered. Though
their twigs to silver, still ice
from what it had taken on
and the sun
stopped chasing mist to wire
and rays woke
mistletoe to emerald
on the oak.
Our jewels had nested here.
opals begged don’t repeat us
Move, I said, now you can move.
frozen for months, you’ve rested.
Claire Crowther’s third collection, On Narrowness, is due from Shearsman in March 2015 and her pamphlet, Silents, from Hercules Press in April 2015.