Celeste Goyer

The World is as You Are, 2010. Mixed Media: Photomontage, Digital Painting, Acrylics & Watercolor. Liz Huston.

Dinner Rolls

 

kneading bread gives you time to think

to feel the grenades

the stones

wrapped blankets with burdens

 

line them up on the wooden board

make them as identical as you can

give each one a thumbprint

and its own folded face

pressed just a little flat against the

silence of the kitchen

 

branch shadows wag in a green windowframe

 

you’ll be ready for it with this row

of golden bombs rising to a crust

 

kneading bread gives you time to think

stones wrapped in blankets

rows of grenades

 

lead them to a wooden table

please do as much as you can

give each one a thumbprint

and its own folded face

pressed just a little flat

eyes closed

it’s time for soft silent things

that grow

 

leaflets passing through

a green windowframe

you are ready for them


 

In-Flight Meals

 

I believe if I spill my milk enough times my mother will tell the story again, how she tried to

back out on her wedding day, and mother said, “That’s nice, dear. Now put your dress on.”

 

Our volatile Dad’s made of polyester, creases built-in at the airplane factory. Obsidian buttons

hold his face on tight, make cold fire we all duck from during dinners. We ordered a cotton Dad,

but they won’t come into style for another ten years. He’s better off in his buzzing box that hangs

in the sky, turning dials, talking code, hands on the stick between his legs.

 

Mom’s a volunteer chemist here on loan from Corning, where glass lids are born. She’s white,

soft, folded carefully in many pieces, each piece with its own French name that we kiss.