American Life in Poetry: Multiple Man: Guest-starring me & You
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. There is a bit of slapstick comedy in this poem of conundrums.
In “Multiple Man: Guest-starring me & You,” Gary Jackson knows that he is playing a game with perception — is the “you” himself or someone else — perhaps a past lover?
But in the end, it does not matter, because the sense of loneliness and the hunger for companionship at the core of this poem are absolutely clear.
“You left me,” he says, with a hint of melodrama. But in the end, he reminds us that sometimes the perceived antidote for our need (our “dearth”) can be catastrophic (“the flood”).
Multiple Man: Guest-starring me & You By Gary Jackson
Every night I sleep on alternate
sides of the bed, as if to duplicate sleeping with you. If
I’m fast enough, I’m the warmth of my own body beside me, reach
out and touch myself. Breach the blue of my bones, breath in my own ear.
You left me. Lying here, I left you to be with me.
Someone asks if your body was worth trading for mine.
My sin was always pride. Did you want a man who sleeps
with himself to keep the bed warm? I need you like the earth
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. There is a bit of slapstick comedy in this poem of conundrums.
In “Multiple Man: Guest-starring me & You,” Gary Jackson knows that he is playing a game with perception — is the “you” himself or someone else — perhaps a past lover?
But in the end, it does not matter, because the sense of loneliness and the hunger for companionship at the core of this poem are absolutely clear.
“You left me,” he says, with a hint of melodrama. But in the end, he reminds us that sometimes the perceived antidote for our need (our “dearth”) can be catastrophic (“the flood”).
Multiple Man: Guest-starring me & You By Gary Jackson
Every night I sleep on alternate
sides of the bed, as if to duplicate sleeping with you. If
I’m fast enough, I’m the warmth of my own body beside me, reach
out and touch myself. Breach the blue of my bones, breath in my own ear.
You left me. Lying here, I left you to be with me.
Someone asks if your body was worth trading for mine.
My sin was always pride. Did you want a man who sleeps
with himself to keep the bed warm? I need you like the earth