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Chitra Ganesh, How to Assemble a Flying Car (detail), 2018, linocut on tan BFK Rives. Courtesy of the artist & Durham Press.

Spring Cleaning Begins with Lines from Karl Marx

Dead generations weigh
like nightmare on the living brain:
in my case, Karl, it’s dust

massing since 1832
enough gravity to form a planetoid,
the place under-the-bed-monsters sleep.

In this corner—was it Daniel Webster,
once master of Fryeburg Academy? The stone
face he exalted has fallen

despite a lift from space-age
resins and titanium bolts. Fickle, irrational
water split rectitude to pebbles.

The radio weighs in, whistling while I work—
triumphal news, familiar
blood-stirring anthems,

dialectics of dust
I can’t hack from my throat. The broom straw
thinks I’m singing,

pleased to remember its old tango
in the spirit-meadow
before the mower.

Portrait of Joyce Peseroff

Joyce Peseroff’s fifth book of poems, Know Thyself (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2015), was named a “must-read” by the Massachusetts Center for the Book. She was distinguished lecturer at University of Massachusetts, Boston, where she also directed the MFA program in its first four years. She blogs on writing and literature at joycepeseroff.com. (updated 4/2018)

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