after Mary Ruefle
ANGER AS STONE
What do I do with all this resentment
thrown like a stone into the lake
of my body? It’s too deep to fish out
and I don’t have the heart to drain
the whole body of water
looking for one smooth and poisonous pit.
ANGER AS CAVE SALAMANDER
It writhes in my grip, cold and slick.
It has long since lost the ability
to see, a result of its ecosystem
of darkness. Still, it remains
restless and hungry, hungry
for something, anything, to eat.
ANGER AS OLD MANOR ON THE HILL
No one lives there anymore, hasn’t for a long time.
Everyone jokes that it’s haunted. Of course,
it isn’t. It isn’t anything anymore, hardly
even a house. Just a hollow monument
of something once lived in, a place
the wind conspires its howls.
ANGER AS SUMMER
An unrelenting season.
ANGER AS LETTER
so thick with bitterness,
the ink never dries, only bubbles,
only runs and smears and stains
everything it touches. Hold it
upright and it’ll weep,
a black lake pooling in your lap.
Jonny Teklit is a winner of the 2019 Academy of American Poets College Poetry Prize as well as the recipient of the 2019 Aliki Perroti and Seth Young Most Promising Young Poet Award. Currently a reader for The Adroit Journal, his work has appeared in Lancaster Online and The New Yorker.