Home >Poetry >
Twin Pines Milk Crate
Link copied!
Published: Tue Jan 30 2018
Night reading mode 

Twin Pines Milk Crate

I never noticed
this fable of the northern woods,
two pines trees on the crate
Twin Pines Milk,
Detroit, Michigan,
these things in attics,
flowerpots in garages
with last year’s dried leaves,
some sympathy for the bats
who are disappearing, too.
Good natured,
my mother-in-law
thinks that all this stuff
is a public medium,
not a medium
of weird public
privacy. She leans
over my shoulder
as I write on the computer—
reveals to me my own
selfish weirdness,
and the world’s,
with self checkout
this and so many
choices, you could laugh.
The braided Soviet horsemen
came into her village, war’s end,
and revealed the nature
of the chamber pot
by cooking cabbage in it,
and the big cabinets
by loading them with hay
and mattress stuffing
to sleep deeply in
near the village fountain,
and wristwatches by wearing
them like bangles,
and her girlhood
by pulling her up on horseback
to ride around and drop her off.


David Blair‘s first book, Ascension Days, won the Del Sol Poetry Prize. His poems have recently appeared in Barnstorm, Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, Ploughshares, Slate, and storySouth. He is associate professor at the New England Institute of Art in Brookline, Massachusetts. (10/2011)

Subscribe, Buy Print Issues, or Donate!

Best value

3 Years

29% Off

2 Free Back Issues

6 Issues


Sign up for the newsletter

Receive updates on our latest ventures, exclusive essays from our editors, discount offers, and more, direct to your email.

Back to top