~This poem previous appeared in Another Chicago Magazine (1981).
Sweet Dreams
1
I
speak to my sister
of
orgasm
I
speak to my father
of
Proust
while
Marlon Brando (as Stanley Kowalski)
is
sitting beside me, his hand on my thigh.
2
These
nights, I meet you
inside
my dreams
dream
lover of the long thighs.
Your
wife doesn't notice
when
you leave your body.
It
still does the things that she likes.
All
night, you bruise
the
inside of my skull.
All
night,
she
fucks her blond doll.
3
Yellow
begins.
My
thighs are its flames.
Its
light
fills
those hollows,
my
bones. My skull
has
been keeping
a
secret: this dark
is
purple and warms.
*****
~This poem previously appeared in
Oxford Magazine (1990).
Bible Stories
1
The
pillar of salt that was Lot's wife
crumbled
away
at her touch. What
was
her name? I can't seem to
remember. Did they
ever
tell us -- this weak,
willful
woman
who
needed to see
what
she'd lost?
2
But
the ark rode the waves out
for
Noah, for Noah
and
for that
narrow
woman
who
leaned on his arm.
She
who stood
motionless
as
the waters
pressed
closer
as
tigers pressed close
to
the heat of her face.
3
The
woman taken in adultery
probably
wanted to go.
Lately,
she couldn't
remember
her husband.
Just
the fur of his body
those
black, clinging curls
she
couldn't protect from
the
tips of his fingers
that
stripped moss from tree trunks,
stripped
lichen from rocks.
4
Bending
her dark head to bathe Him in perfume
her
neck bare, her long spine
a
penitent
arc,
she
made herself nothing.
A
vessel anointing. A cool
sweetness
flowing. All black hair,
all
myrrh.
*****
THE STORY BEHIND THE POEMS
Of “Bible
Stories”: When, almost 30 years ago, I
wrote this poem, my first marriage was lurching slowly toward its inevitable
end. “Bible Stories” was one of many
attempts to write toward understanding. Though I hadn’t been inside a church in more
than a decade, I was raised a Missouri Synod Lutheran. And the images that came
to me, the stories that arrived, were King-James-Version Biblical. I realized, after the fact, that the women in
the four sections of my poem, were my stand-ins, each one coming to terms with
her own version of loss.
Coda: In 1994, my friend cantor and composer Carl
K. Naluai, Jr., set “Bible Stories” to music for four sopranos and English
horn. I attended its inaugural performance
with a fellow music-lover I’d been dating for about four months.
Further coda: In 1998, Cantor Carl K. Naluai, Jr. married
us.
*****
ABOUT MARY ZEPPA
Mary Zeppa, born
in Marshfield, Wisconsin in 1943, grew up in Homewood, Illinois but has lived
more than half her life in Sacramento, California. A singer and lyricist as well as a poet and
literary journalist, Zeppa has been active in the Sacramento Poetry Center
(SPC) since 1981; she currently serves as co-host of SPC’s Third Thursdays at
the Central Library Reading series, co-curator of SPC’s library and its Principal
Archivist. Her poems have appeared in a
variety of print and on-line journals, including Perihelion, Switched-on Gutenberg, Zone 3, The New York Quarterly
and Permafrost, and in several
anthologies; the 2009 Kent State University Press anthology Beyond Forgetting: Poetry and Prose about
Alzheimer’s Disease includes two of her poems. She is the author of two
chapbooks, Little Ship of Blessing (Poets
Corner Press) and The Battered Bride
Overture (Rattlesnake Press). Zeppa,
in collaboration with the Award-Winning Brubeck Institute Jazz Quintet, has
been featured at three SPC Jazz &
Poetry Live events.
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