NOVEMBER/DECEMBER 2009
Liquefaction
I found an octopus in the snow
And not knowing what it was or why it was there, I gutted it
as if a hunter
To me, up to my elbows in bladder, the ink was a surprise
I wore it like opera gloves in the moonlight
So many mistook my passion for gangrene
One followed me into an orchestra pit. If I could only say now
what my arms said
I took up a bassoon & aimed it at a chandelier
As the house lights came down, the audience lost their places
They were swimming in a maelstrom of inklings
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About the Author
L.S. Klatt’s first book, Interloper, won the 2008 Juniper Prize. Recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Drunken Boat, Eleven Eleven, and jubilat.
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