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by Michelle Matthees
You’re nothing like a metaphor.
I shall compare thee to nothing.
I had an explanation. Of it nothing came.
You came. Maybe mirrors will be found
after black cloths uncover them.
Nothing was revealed. Ears looked empty.
The conversations continued. The salt’s not
snow. The not snow is not snow. Warm water
hits the house, unstained. Alas, Hermann,
perhaps we knew
nothing. We drink vodka of potato, eat
a green cucumber.
Michelle Matthees works can be found at PANK, Prose Poem Project, Proof Magazine, Cerise Press and a lot of other places. She is currently a Minnesota State Arts Board Fellow, and lives in Duluth, MN. She is also currently looking for a publisher for her full-length manuscript ”Noctambule.”
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