New poetry from Arpine Konyalian Grenier, taken from her recent manuscript Silk to Maidan Complicit
He taps numbers on the dance floor or ice or
on top the mountain at contested terrain
as we contend with how merciful
long division has been
how tapping stripped it all over time
tap tap yak yak having criminalised the swooning
we all craved still but secretly as the slide rule
still breathes in complicit dumpsters
having had a peek at Hanyu
he’s grinning and in tears
he has been on the Silk Road for years now
liquid silk the commentator called it
feel it deal it heal heal
Leopardi had said
beware of words like success and failure
the well lived life otherly beguiled
tuck and all the rise to stretch
plead and flag memory
then punch and settle the minuscule hobblers
thinking a saying clouds saying pinned inventories
star or starling uploads and seasoned memories
the litany of private parts and wishes
the appraisal of half lives
the blink the blur the smudge the grab
the rebellion of tears and waits
a prayer and branches
yell yell they yelled for prairies and stability
I could not.
Arpine Konyalian Grenier was born and raised in Beirut after the post-Ottoman era induced French rule of the region ended. The Silent G is her next volume forthcoming from Corrupt Press. Recent work has appeared in Journal of Poetic Research, Tammy and Barzakh. She lives and writes in Los Angeles