I Think All of This Could Be Almost Like Breathing

At the riveredge a pair of black swallowtails
                       interleaf with sycamore inexactly,
demonstrating which state of affairs made
 
Wittgenstein so queasy about names: no stick-um.
                       What keeps the whole tree from letting loose
a cloud of blue-laced wings this morning
 
occupies me, cured cold of adhesive
                       but cautious, a reformed drunk on the boulevard.
I still need to say this is this
 
for balance of a sort, each minute’s
                       equation teetering on the equals sign
like a pelican midharbor adjusting its load
 
of striped bass. Why else would it matter
                       to hit the thing so squarely?
Recognition extends the spectrum
 
a few doors down, any one of which may swing out
                       the one, the kitchen of metaphor.
It may not be a moral act.
 
Talking straight from the halfway house
                       my brother says he’s learned his pleasure
center’s maximum high’s temperature setting
 
operates to keep him running tilted
                       after candy, a/c blasting, windows sprung, can’t
do it, can’t cool the whole planet.
 
Fifty years or more my father’s carried
                       cancer seeds in his belly and his dreams at night
consume each waking thread
 
by thread but still he recalls polysyllabic
                       trophies won in grade-school spelling bees:
pneuma-leutra-micro-scopic-silico-volcan-osis
 
prints on me the diagnosis Stevens wrote,
                       an exquisite appositeness that takes away
verbality. What means, means, if we can bear it.
 
His eyes say more, but you just try
                       instructing desire. I know this is the word
for what I’ve got.
 
   
 

Karen Donovan's first book of poems, Fugitive Red, won the Juniper Prize and was published by University of Massachusetts Press. Her new collection, Your Enzymes Are Calling the Ancients, won the Lexi Rudnitsky Editor's Choice Award from Persea Books and is forthcoming in 2016. Donovan was co-editor of ¶: A Magazine of Paragraphs, a journal of short prose published by Oat City Press, and she has had work most recently in Blackbird, Conjunctions, and Diagram. She works as a writer in Providence.