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In Seclusion

By Sarah Suzor

Poem

I expect to think of skeletons and blue violets.

I expect my reflections to lead me to a point of remembering.

Nothing of the sea. I tell myself
nothing of the sea.

And then: antidotes.

The sound of melancholy and catharsis. 
Rain on the roof.

From what I understand it’s where bodies of dead dogs wash up on the shore.

From what I understand it’s a place for forgetting.

The security is catharsis,
misleading rain.
The security is seclusion in an orange jacket.

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Sarah Suzor SARAH SUZOR is the author of It was the season, then. (EtherDome Press, 2010), and the forthcoming Isle of Dogs (Toadlily Press). Her poetry, reviews and interviews have appeared in various online and print journals including Hotel Amerika, Tarpaulin Sky and Rain Taxi. She lives in Los Angeles, where she is an editor for Highway 101 Press and a guest lecturer for the Left Bank Writers Retreat in Paris. Her collection The Principle Agent is the winner of the 2010 Hudson Prize and is forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press.

4 Responses to “In Seclusion”

  1. Such a lovely poem, Sarah. It’s been such an honor and pleasure to work with you. Onward and upward, my dear.

  2. Simon Smithson says:

    Oh…

    I like this very much: “I expect to think of skeletons and blue violets.”

    Sarah, welcome to TNB!

  3. milo martin says:

    yup, yup and also yup…
    truly,
    Milo Martin

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