Trilobite

Trilobite is an arthropodologist's delight:
many bizarre creatures; no two alike.

five poems

Susanne Dyckman

Dear Temptation

you appear from some far place


offer a sandwich as if after-life can mend


 


your kindness is long delayed


 


I close my eyes against it

yet take a small bite


 


irresistible longing on the tongue

Dear Missing

where are you? I am groping in the dark aware of what isn’t here

the recalled and reinvented my body wants to swallow whole

what is invisible all before me longs to be absorbed

disbelief runs from my back to the length of my right leg

skin pales so much might be lost of this night.

Dear Pause

last night I held all the words I’d hoped


to say to you


this morning I have no idea of the sound


of those


nor can I remember


who you are


why I might have wanted


to address you with such love

Dear Touch

you

are

making

yourself

known waking me

before dawn ancestral

shades

tracing skin along my

arm

thinned memory those

lifting me   then gone

Dear Drawn From

you someplace now awake, you wanting what


I   she   I   you   all   my


again, awash, to rest tongue as night follows day cloud-noise


reseeding truth of job, sea, the body


fingering sense, an offer here beyond the known


lingers, responds between the rocks, remembers disordered prophecies


the protected hand, the thinning words polished after letters arrive