A City Full of Eyes (James Cilhar)

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POEMS
 • Rancho Nostalgia
 • ’Til We Meet Again
 • Night Song
 • Lonely, Deeply
 • Light and Dark
 • The Face Behind the Mask
 • Johnny Guitar
 • Undercurrent
 • Nora Prentiss
 • King Arthur and His Mob
 • The Normal Lives of
    Good People
 • English Poem
 • The Projectionist
 • Man Proof
 •
The Reality Show
 • Modern Maturity
 • Epistemology Roadshow
 • Nostalgiarama
 • Let’s All Chant
 • Rancho Nostalgia II

 

 

The Reality Show

Nervous and too public, Tillie smothers Emily with anxious love,
            shuffling her off to the convalescent home for teens

at the bidding of the zeitgeist. I cannot become cold
            in front of the blackboard, my shins covered in sequins.

When Maxine’s nameless aunt brought shame to the family
            through illegitimate pregnancy, the villagers pillaged the farm,

murdering pigs, chickens, and cows. More of the economic pie
            for me, the rapist said afterward. It’s not the doctors,

and the lawyers, and the factory bosses themselves.
            It’s what floats in the air that rules us, our mad attempts

to figure out the puzzle, to guess our positions on the board
            and jump ahead. In spite of the Cold War, Emily becomes

a gifted actress. Maxine counsels veterans in sunny California.
            Pointing my finger at individuals while I address the group,

I speak the language of people living on subtlety.
            It is a long road to moxie. Clad in a coat of eyes,

we bear the headache of injustice, our every movement
            part of the record, writing stories backward to make sense.


  © James Cihlar, 2012
 

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