The Happiness Experiment

Lisa Fishman

A sample poem from the book

Calendar

To be saying of summer,
light flaws the potatoes
culled beside the piano.
To put in the compost so many apples
we fastened our pearls with a safety pin,
traveled fugue-like out of our body.
Other body ringing backward, soft pencil
leaded body on the paper sleeping body in Italian.
Darken the roses dried on the lamppost,
thud thud in the weather
all trembling kissed my mouth.
Two sisters like two arrows,
a note on the door.
As fur came in so thickly on the horses
by the fenceline, winter now.