Samuel Lee (b. 1992)
SELECTED POEMS
Argument
How does one put it? Once there were handwritten recipes on the
fridge, and then there were none. Overnight the door became a
blank page humming in the moonlight. and then you were gone.
I spilled a measure of flour and thought of you in the dust-storm.
This is my itinerary: after laughter. darkness, then light. I am told
you are now everywhere, in the trees, the rain, etc., and still I wait
stubbornly by the stove for you to appear as a blue ghost.
Outside. I watch absurdity pile up against absurdity and yet believe
in the materiality of the world. I press down into cookie dough like
I’m burying the dead. I press down into wet earth like I only have my
fingers left.
