{"id":6459,"date":"2019-12-26T13:28:14","date_gmt":"2019-12-26T13:28:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=6459"},"modified":"2019-12-30T13:56:50","modified_gmt":"2019-12-30T13:56:50","slug":"three-poems-m-l-brown","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=6459","title":{"rendered":"THREE POEMS &#8211; M. L. Brown"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>THE MIND-BODY PROBLEM<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA woman is housing,<br \/>\nis keeping the darks<br \/>\nfrom the lights, is splitting<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nwings from breasts, dividing<br \/>\none into knives and spoons,<br \/>\nanswering: What\u2019s for dinner?<br \/>\nHave you seen my? Why<br \/>\nis the gas bill so high?<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA woman<br \/>\nis fragmenting, tectonic plating. A shoe<br \/>\nleft on the stair again.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nShe is stealing to a quiet shade,<br \/>\ntrying to save some paradise.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n*<br \/>\nNo, she answers, there is no more ice cream\u2014<br \/>\nno lick, no trace.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>ONLY MEAN BONES<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI\u2019m becoming an open honey comb of bone,<br \/>\na canted weave, a clutch of shells<br \/>\neroded by the sea. I\u2019m becoming bone<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nfriable as a fender rusted by salt winters.<br \/>\nA pelvis translucent\u2014china cup, too brittle for tea.<br \/>\nHoly relic. My body, its own catacomb.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nO sieve of hips, may you sing<br \/>\nlike Sappho\u2019s broken poems, while I write<br \/>\nin swirls and curves, wear away my wrist bones.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>REQUISITES OF A GOOD LETTER&nbsp;<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<em>from Manners for Millions<\/em><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nTry until you<br \/>\nfind the stroke you like<br \/>\nThey vary<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSit<br \/>\nwith plenty of elbow room<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSay \u201cceremony\u201d<br \/>\nyou will get more pleasure<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe first thing is your<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nbody<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n(Very truly yours, Yours sincerely, Affectionately yours)<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-6820\" src=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/tmh-headshot-M.-L.-Brown-smaller--150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\">M. L. Brown is the author of <em>Call It Mist<\/em>, winner of the 2018 Three Mile Harbor Press Book Prize, and <em>Drought,<\/em> winner of the Claudia Emerson Chapbook award. Her work has appeared in <em>Valparaiso Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner,<\/em> and <em>Blackbird<\/em>, among other journals and anthologies. When not writing, she devotes her time to raising funds for a nonprofit health care organization. She lives in California.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>THE MIND-BODY PROBLEM &nbsp; A woman is housing, is keeping the darks from the lights, is splitting &nbsp; wings from breasts, dividing one into knives and spoons, answering: What\u2019s for dinner? Have you seen my? Why is the gas bill so high? &nbsp; A woman is fragmenting, tectonic plating. 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