Diane Ackerman (2006)
A strange disorder rules the house
where lately slender method scared
papers into files neat as hedgerows
and caution laid its dropcloth everywhere.
Now books lie slaughtered on the rug,
the telephone rings, old letters dune
among bills and maps and coffee spoons
in a room spontaneous as a compost heap
where you work the oracle of my thoughts
and haunt the prison of my sleep.
see also: A Sweet Disorder
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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from someone's copy of a post from poetry daily but originally in:
The Massachusetts Review
Special Issue: The Messy Self
Guest Editor: Jennifer Rosner
Volume XLVII, Number 2
Summer 2006
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