Construction Literary Magazine

Fall 2018

Emily as A Silk Willow; Unfinished Murder Ballad: The House Was Warm

Emily as A Silk Willow; Unfinished Murder Ballad: The House Was Warm
Photograph via Flickr by Chiara Baldassarri
Emily As a Silk Willow

When she fails
to be more than stem
& pretty petal, I am

furious that I so
brazenly love a woman
weak enough to float

through a spring wind
& then I am reminded
about the births

of our children
& I never know
if that counts as roots,

or the developing
of more petals.
It’s roots in my heart,

but away from my heart
is my back, my mind
& my bad shoulders.

Unfinished Murder Ballad: In Pale State

Resting on the shale that never moves, we rely on the river to dispose of us. We are evidence no longer. We are pirated by time. We walk steadily on the collection of bones, which shifts occasionally beneath us. If one body looks fresh enough, there is normally a crime to rest on the shoulders of the living…