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FROM TIDING HOUSE ISSUE ONE

2 poems by Shy Watson


COOL BLUE SPRING OF KNOWLEDGE

my grief felt fraudulent
i entertained
a false memory
of the couch
it was a clear day,
a tuesday,
the sky a perfect shade
of 9/11 blue
i couldn’t worry myself
he showed me the diaper girl
until i said fine
at fort greene park
in the middle of everyone
cheering, dancing, drinking
accompanied by dogs
i experienced acute derealization
conceded it was
better than before
but maybe not
i had no hand
in the matter
& i wouldn’t have
even if i had







MM

i want my shoes tied
by you, you, you
just you

can’t fathom simplicity
i thrash stupid against it,
spill coffee on your sheets,
then hand you the rag

o, woe is me
i miss you
i take pictures of your spirit
from someone else’s phone

the montana sunset,
which i envision as plum,
will certainly be
a never-before-seen shade
of miraculous blue



Shy Watson is the author of Horror Vacui (House of Vlad 2021). Her work appears or is forthcoming in Fence, Southwest Review, Joyland, and elsewhere. She is an MFA candidate at University of Montana. She also teaches classes online at Catapult. For updates, follow her on Twitter @formermissNJ.

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