Happy end of September and happy poetry power!
As of Sunday September 28, five new poems by Juliet Cook are newly appearing at American Poet!
The first three are interconnected or maybe they all are in a way. Past memories, dreams, interpretations...
Here are a few lines from one of those poems, followed by a link to all five poems:
"Old paint peeling from the ceiling and
landing on the floor. An outdated song
you don't like keeps playing inside your head
on repeat, whether you're awake or asleep
or at least trying to fall asleep in bed
or hiding underneath the bed and why in the hell
is your head stuck somewhere you don't want
it to be? It feels like you're spinning
the bottle until it breaks. Then gagging
bloody shards of glass out of your own mouth.
Then the parasitic afterbirth will crawl back inside you
for a feast, to remove the rest of you."
in Cook's poem "Deteriorating Words"
"Her syntax was running backwards.
The speech therapist yelled at her
for getting upset that she couldn't express herself
the way she used to. She was supposed to feel lucky
she was still alive and not just a puddle of drool
dripping down an unnamable face. Not entirely paralyzed."
in Cook's poem "Word Paralysis"
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