Some Words
By Julie Carr
I recorded her, as if data would take the longing out
or, blander than that: a mind-made sense-
less spread, a persistent mother-track,
like a thing she wore or said.
something called the “super commons” isn’t a store but it will be.
some words outspend themselves so fast—fly
by and leave us as we were, not particularly
altered.
once I went swimming naked in a pond
then they put me in a bathing suit and filmed me.
I, a seen thing, glided by thin trees.
but what’s on the stove and in the book and also at the door
won’t speak to me anymore anymore.
she lies so still
just a not-mine stone
& these opaque measures in the mouth
are all what her once words now are.
Source: Poetry (October 2021)