Phoebe Glick | Poems
TODAY’S HEADLINES
Last year we lost many hospitals to high-rise condos. Today they make the park into hospital. The hospital is lost to the high-rise condo, to the gym, to the park, is the makeshift hospital, is the bank, is foreclosed, is for the people, is payed for by the paycheck, to the landlord, to the bank, to the governor, back to the bank, to the gym, to the bike path, through Bryant Park, to profit off the white tent in public space, infected with corporate neglect, through air particles, to stainless steel, to the commute, to the bank, to the gym, to housing court, to the hospital, to the bank, to the bank, ending up in the refrigerated truck, but back again to the bank, to white paint dividing the tarmac, into two-dimensional cells for people without homes, to sleep inside, next to palm trees, and light from the carousel, peppering the sundrenched freeway, which seems to go on forever
THE WORLD IN NEGATIVE LIGHT
It is difficult to tell the truth in a poem
but some might do it for a prize
It’s a heavy thing to talk about – when you can’t sleep
the state might offer to pay corporate salaries
so long as they call their corporation a campus
but not the salaries of the teachers at the state school
unless the school rebrands as a corporation
one or two rallies celebrate the rebranding
of state trauma as confidence, dominance
all night vigil mourning the power of negative groups
a bumper sticker that reads “I too love someone with insomnia”
there is dopamine in deflecting blame
and darkness in refusal to participate
in these exhausting rituals of our time
wrestled from the present and its accelerated pace
and placed in reserve, for the future:
a dystopian sphere which privileges visible interiority
and networked participation over privacy
A neighbor sits on her stoop underneath an umbrella, same as before
Other neighbors clap, letting her know we are here
“See you tomorrow,” some say through glass
I did it yesterday
Seeking community for the end of the world
What remains after all has changed, the free fall
When I woke up I thought the worst, but it was just eye strain
The structure reformed so the status quo can endure
No account for human bodies
Just looking at it hurts
Here is the life we could have someday
Now here it is taken away
All my savings gone in the exact length of time
it takes for Amazon to ship me a vaccuum cleaner
Getting used to scarcity means we refuse reciprocity
our only chance at survival
Work, the money comes in, we repackage and send it off
These ideas are theoretical. But the way our bodies die is very real
The rich have a harder time adjusting to life without convenience
They take their kids to the park. They wear their masks around their necks
COUNTRY
A country is like a museum
let’s patronize it
let’s resist it while living
and when we die be preserved in it
Sleep don’t fail me now
I need you like I need a home to decorate
in my 20s I got to know you
then I lost you
Memory and sleep have the same effect
of passing a message from one world to another
the image like a life of screened film
it’s symbolic and detached
I want to live some more
then go on to the next thing
where I have non-human memories
a rhizome finding its sibling in the darkness of the soil
I want a tentacle that grows out of my body
and curls around geography
to steady the ground
so that I can get back to you