Two Years Sober Today

Here's a poem from the new manuscript, published in The Chattahoochee Review long before I became poetry editor:


she dreams she’s invited
to a dinner party in Napa,
where mustard flowers
dangle on tender stems,
and wild turkeys amble
close to the road:

the hostess, pretty
as a porcelain doll,
minds a risotto, her slender feet
balanced on the six-inch spikes
her bi-coastal lover,
always due any moment, likes
best poised on his chest,

and their house, perched
like a toy on a sand hill,
looks down on the valley,
has a deck overlooking air,
where guests lean
their loaded whispers
toward one another

as the dreamer
sips a temperamental
’67 Chateau d’Yquem
from Vindel crystal
as delicately blown
and easily shattered
as a marriage, as a redheaded child,
as all the things that matter.


Collin said...

Congrats, T.

I actually unpacked a crate of books last night in my new apartment and found the copy of CR with this poem in it. How coincidental is that?

A said...

I love this poem. mmm.

Garey Simpson said...

There is no such thing as coincidence, just the illusion of coincidence.


Sorry, I've got a new favorite movie (V for Vendetta). That's where the quote came from. Anyways, congratulations.

minus five said...

we'll celebrate with some iced tea in less than two weeks.

Tania Rochelle said...

Thanks y'all!


Congrats, Tania! I say we celebrate with some grande white mochas w/ soy, 3 pumps, no whipped cream courtesy of Hank...or maybe just a non-fat latte. Somehow, I don't imagine either of us drinking the aforementioned Starbucks beverage.

Anonymous said...

Wow Tania, you just keep inspiring me and I am SO VERY PROUD to call you a friend.

I can relate and once again I am forced to think about my broken amethyst wine glasses. They were my favorite and I am not a wine drinker. Heineken was my drink of choice for those glasses, it seemed to taste better. Yeah, I'm still drinking those little kegs of Heineken, but this time just out of the cans. It's not the same and never will be

I should have taken better care of those precious purple glasses.

Love you.

The fellow in the pink pants.

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