I am in love with silence
The way it can fracture a room

how it moves across the stairway
through you
as if you wore the wrong dress

I step in and out of the false quiet
as if it is a kept woman
as if it understands the agreements of
entrance and exit

I hold its hand, only when convenient
only behind the champagne table
when no one else is looking

I act as if the wooden beams of the ceiling
are not falling

I pretend this room was not
built on a fault line
I pretend the plates of language
have not slipped like a loose jaw bone

and I am not standing here
bracing myself
in a doorway
already collapsing

Infatuation by Connie Post

Photo from page 193 of “The San Francisco earthquake and fire; a brief history of the disaster; a presentation of facts and resulting phenomena, with special reference to the efficiency of building materials, lessons of the disaster” (1906)

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About Author


Connie Post served as Poet Laureate of Livermore, California (2005-2009). Her work has appeared in Calyx, River Styx, Comstock Review, Slipstream, Spoon River Poetry Review, The Big Muddy, and Valparaiso Poetry Review. Her awards include the 2016 Crab Creek Poetry Prize and the Caesura Poetry Award. Her first full length manuscript “Floodwater” was released in January 2014 by Glass Lyre Press and was awarded the Lyrebird Book Award.

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