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Ever Unknown, Ever Misunderstood

poems

by Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum


Copyright 2019 Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum. All images are the work of the owner. Distributed by Smashwords.

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For everyone I've ever loved




Contents

I

It Happened One Night, All in the Family

I Told Her to Use a Thimble

Nobody's Perfect, But

Mixed Memory

Knotty

The Conch Shell

What Happened Was

Hooks, Texas

II

The Zebra Sock

Billy Collins's “The Lamps Unlit,” Misread

Ulterior Motives

I Heard it On the Radio

99% Natural

One of the Many

Learning Qigong

Ever Unknown, Ever Misunderstood

III

Coming of Age / Wisdom

The body must be a funny thing

This Feeble Poem

Poem for When I Wake Up

For Years and All That's Gone

In the Dying Light

Reminder:

Love Poem, Looking Back


About the Author

I

It Happened One Night, All in the Family

I Told Her to Use a Thimble

Nobody's Perfect, But

Mixed Memory

Knotty

The Conch Shell

What Happened Was

Hooks, Texas





It Happened One Night, All in the Family

It Happened One Night, All in the Family

that each of us had a dream

that drove us awake—a post-race race,

a journey to the center of a haystack,

and the healing of a girl with pox

in a dorm room, plus the driving out

of demons. Fantastic at best and ominous

at worst, relations of dangers to come

stir us all awake in the world; but

like most films, the stories get muddled

as, with words, they seep into the open air,

and a dream is just a dream: nonsensical fare.








I Told Her to Use a Thimble

A dull pop followed by

a soft fffft tells me

my mother is sewing,

an unlikely hobby

for one such as her;

I smile and marvel

at the effect of my unborn niece

as I watch my mother's fingers

pluck the thread in and

out of the cross-stitch,

and sometimes, accidentally,

in and out of her own flesh.





Nobody's Perfect, But

Half-way through the joke

about the Catholic priest and

the professional golfer, the

appearance of a rainbow

over the inlet strikes me as

a little bit ironic—watching


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