Jane Muschenetz
Stilettos Over Grass Plots
I don’t need a closet full of Gucci,
There are only so many Russian funerals I’m required to attend
It is not disrespect or impracticality–
That full-breasted, open-lipped Eulogy in brand-name sunglasses
Carried groceries ‘cross snow-laid banks to feed
Her ailing parents, tore open every artery
To sharpen the blade of beauty
Migrating birds have their own kind of camouflage…
My people wear stilettos over grass plots
Outline tragedy with leopard print and lipstick
Lift up tombstones to label-check, if
They are good enough to belong here
It seems unnecessary, I know, especially
Since we recognize our flock
Not by attire, but something more sinister than Genuine
Leather, something behind the eyes asking
Females of the species, what’s the use?
Of being a weapon and not knowing
How to wield yourself
Please Stop Buying Pottery
It’s so hard on you when they shatter
The tall, skinny glasses you bought at Vintage on Divisadero,
The ones perfect for sipping beer, the porcelain saucer
Whose death-plummet orphaned the gold-rimmed cup it used to hold
The shards, the splinters of them disappearing
Into “Now I’ll never again...” of your grief
My “Na Schastie!” (For Luck!) comes too soon for you
But I was raised by people who throw plates and crush glassware at celebrations
Precisely to avoid a greater shattering
I am never far from channeling a Jewish grandmother (“Thank God no one was hurt!”)
Thinking of all the tiny/big ways it could have been worse
I am all action, sectioning off the crime scene (Kids!
Don’t come into the kitchen!)—getting the vacuum
Preventing what damage I still can,
Sweeping away broken pieces before you try fixing them
It is a gift, I remind myself, our different definitions of what is beyond repair
I have watched you in times of crisis, how you rise
And conquer, how
When cracks spiral and radiate from my center you
See me whole
You, Store of Treasures,
Keep planting things into the home I am desperately trying to declutter,
Paying homage to mid-century aesthetics with lush ferns and glazed planters,
Admiring the Japanese art of filling missing parts (of ceramics) with gold
Asking me what I think of your latest find
“Beautiful,” I admit
By which I mean, you and also
“Please, stop buying pottery”