Sara Wainscott
The Plain Simple Thing
A story of a country
mouse and a city mouse
the teacher said underline five transition words
and five words about the senses
I wanted a rug shaped like a tiger skin but did not
want to be a person who owns a tiger skin
I wanted to live under tall trees again
I wanted my children to live under tall trees
preferring a bowl of barley broth
to a gauntlet of adventures
the teacher wants your words to help you share ideas
I said and the boy said school is boring
my idea is to move away from here
landscapes in matching frames versus mirrors
in array I mused and she said in one story
John Henry dies in the other he beats the machine
I would rather not be governed
by the need for silence
opulence is a sticky comfort
resisting the tiger
becomes my guiding principle
I said I love you and he said I love you
and she said what happened to him
when his heart exploded
and want to see me climb a tree
vanity I supposed
differs from the hubris of desire
how would I teach them the right amount of fear
how sweet the cat was when he purred
The Hard Work of Going Away For a Long Time
The sky moves above the data
grid its waves
sweetly gather and disperse
like pay
when I think of the grass
and its underside
I hear how love can be
a terrain end-
less with wind and customized
to human willingness
the sky cycles through its blooms
pressing on the earth’s inch
brazen as bad policy
I think of how we separate from
our time and how nothing
is solemn nothing is
solemn halloo
to sorrow my good friend
my troublesome
dude of course sorrow
must make sense of course
solemnity must make sense
of course stories must make sense
of course the grids of faces must make sense
of course composition must make sense
of course chores must make sense
of course order must make
something of itself
I tell myself feel better
I talk to rocks
talk to the good rock children
huddled so cute and so tectonic
make rock macaroni
listen to rock macaroni music
and talk shit
about solemnity
maybe today
maybe to death
I can think outside
my mind the precedent
of loss of feeling
the pages to read again
of psalms and aphorisms
the chronosynthesis
of suffering and bliss
and I
write the task lists
carve the figures on the tablets
as constant in my veneration
as a bug all day circling
a bug-sized tractor around a bean
Sara Wainscott is the author of Insecurity System, winner of the 2019 Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize (Persea, 2020). She lives outside Chicago.