by Kim Addonizio

So your device has a low battery & seems to drain faster each day.
Maybe you should double your medication.

You might feel queasy, but also as if the spatula flattening you to the fry pan
has lifted a little.

So your breath comes out scorched, so what.

Inside, trust me on this,
there’s a ribbon of beach by a lake,

in the sand, fragments of a fossilized creature resembling a tulip.

Back in the Paleozoic, online wasn’t invented yet
so everyone had to wander alone & miserable through the volcanic wastes

or just glue themselves to a rock hoping someone would pass by.

Now you can sob to an image of your friend a continent away
& be consoled.

Please wait for the transmissions, however faint.

Listen: when a stranger steps into the elevator with a bouquet of white
roses not meant for you,

they’re meant for you..

Kim Addonizio, “STAY” from Now We’re Getting Somewhere. Published by W.W. Norton and used by permission of Massie & McQuilkin Literary Agents.

2 thoughts on “Stay

  1. Dennis Fritzinger says:

    Wow! Great poem! I’m going to have to get that book!

  2. Kim Addonizio says:

    Michael, thanks so much for letting me know how my words landed! (They totally messed up the line breaks on that poem, though…sigh.) Really appreciate hearing where my message in a bottle washed up.
    All the best to you and thanks again for writing. Truly appreciated.
    All good wishes,

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