a Sunday poem – the First line is the Deepest, by K. Addonizio

As it’s a sunny Sunday, a quick look around led me to this work by Kim Addonizio, published on the Poetry Foundation website
The lines

“of God. Sundays, too,
the soldiers get up early, and put on their fatigues in the blue-

black day.”

mirror the sometimes disquiet Sunday of a morning, embedded in Addonzio’s wiley sketch of a personal intimacy; pills, dildos beauty and just plain getting by.


The First Line is the Deepest

By Kim Addonizio

I have been one acquainted with the spatula,
the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula
that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate,
acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket
and the dildo that goes by Tex,
and I have gone out, a drunken bitch,
in order to ruin
what love I was given,
and also I have measured out
my life in little pills—Zoloft,
Restoril, Celexa,
Xanax.
I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty
to know wherein lies the beauty
of this degraded body,
or maybe
it’s the degradation in the beautiful body,
the ugly me
groping back to my desk to piss
on perfection, to lay my kiss
of mortal confusion
upon the mouth of infinite wisdom.
My kiss says razors and pain, my kiss says
America is charged with the madness
of God. Sundays, too,
the soldiers get up early, and put on their fatigues in the blue-
black day. Black milk. Black gold. Texas tea.
Into the valley of Halliburton rides the infantry—
Why does one month have to be the cruelest,
can’t they all be equally cruel? I have seen the best
gamers of your generation, joysticking their M1 tanks through
the sewage-filled streets. Whose
world this is I think I know.

Source: Poetry (January 2009).

 

Does one month have to be the cruelest? What do you think – let us know at: info@thepoetrypoint.com

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