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Tresha Faye Haefner: Two Poems

By Tresha Faye Haefner on January 2, 2019 inPoetry

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Swan Wedding

See the bride turn into a swan.
Her neck sliding out of the satin dress, a waterfall rising
up from light.
Her eyes glaze over the heads of visitors,
her tongue extended like an obsidian fountain
from the black spigot of her parted beak.
Look how she walks, spreading
broken egg shells among the roses.
Their insides roll, shimmer, rock backwards spilling
the secret of love.
Look how she scythes through the lawn, loosening feathers
among the jasmine,
how far she ballets,
over the broken skulls of her fathers,
the crippled hands of her ladies in waiting.
Queen of birds. The look illuminates us, like lemon
slipped into a glass of vodka.
In her dress, made of bird call and clouds,
she can see beyond death.
Over the canopy a blossom of mock orange
falls. A leaf remembers
to tremble. The groom straightens perfect
in her sight. An egg. A silver
fly swallowed down the gullet. A tree.
The mouths open like water lilies.
If you smash her open now,
she will escape.

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For My Last Meal I Drink an Entire Pot of Kona Coffee

I.          Because I hear you can taste the fire in the aroma.

            Where the volcanic ash fed the trees and the berries
            and the beans. Where the Japanese settled the land
            and pulled the plow and left dirt in the scuttling steam
            coming off the cup, and the history of the island,
            indented in the dirt. I want to drink something heavy and religious
            as the underside of expensive flowers
            and the beginning of new leaves.

II.         Because I want to imagine those horses are mine
            who tugged the immigrant wheel
            through the field, the palm trees singing
            their wet song into the tanzanite wind.

            I could walk through any grove, pick any coconut from a tree
            and taste the subtle milk, slippery as eels
            vining their way through a melancholy lagoon.

III.        Because Los Angeles in the morning is nothing
            like Honolulu at night. Honolulu, where the smell
            of roasting coffee is bright as pineapple,
            and the little yellow rim of volcanic ash circles
            in the cup, and the sun rests, a pearl in a blue
            oyster bed of clouds.

IV.       Because we are all only a little footnote
            in history. Because the foot that treads
            the earth takes us away from our sorrow.

V.        Because the day is getting on with itself.
            My old lovers, the crows, fly away,
            the palm trees sway like the dry hands
            of deposed royalty. And I am full
            of ancient sorrow, and have nowhere left to go.

(Author photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher)

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Tresha Faye Haefner

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Tresha Faye Haefner's work appears in various journals and magazines, including BloodLotus, Melusine, Pirene’s Fountain, Poet Lore, and Rattle. Her poem, “A Walk Through the Parking Lot at Midnight” won the Robert and Adele Schiff Poetry Prize from The Cincinnati Review. “I Will Arise Now and Go to Los Angeles” won the summer poetry contest hosted by Writer’s Row, and her poem, "Vermin" was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is the author of 2 chapbooks, The Lone, Breakable Night from OutoftheBlue Poetry Press, and Take This Longing, which will be published by Finishing Line Press in 2013. Although Tresha's formal education is in psychology, she considers her true calling to be both teaching and writing poetry. She has studied with luminaries such as Kim Addonizio, Sally Ashton, Brendan Constantine, Mathew Dickman, and Eloise Klein Healy, and currently teaches private poetry workshops in Culver City and on-line, for poets both new and established. The greatest gift of her craft, she says, is not the surprising line-break, but the ability of poetry to surprise, and break open the human heart.

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