How to photograph the heart

by Christine Klocek-Lim

  How rain arrives

  This morning you called

  long before the sky slipped

  on her sunrise shirt:

  early stars blinked quietly

  the way a heart beats

  beneath the covers of sleep.

  When the phone rang

  the whole house

  seized awake.

  She died in the night,

  was the first thing you said.

  I listened to you describe

  her fall, nodded my grief

  into a phone gone suddenly

  hard and cold.

  You didn’t hear her go.

  You couldn’t have known

  how you’d sewn guilt

  into your end of the conversation,

  scratchy and strange the way

  a mended sheet rubs

  on a bare foot at dawn.

  By the time my bed was made,

  clouds shrouded the sky’s face.

  When I started the car,

  rain had already stained

  the road dark and wet.

Table of Contents

i — rain

How to photograph the heart

How spring arrives

The anatomy of birds

Strange violet behind trees


How rain arrives

ii — fragile

How to perceive red



Learning to Speak American

Sweet Bread

The conversation

Into the quiet


iii — beloved

Twenty-year love poem


Naked Tea

Dearly Beloved

How to be forever

My heart beats against the ground

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