BOOK REVIEW David Rigsbee reviews Slantwise by Betty Adcock
Joanne Dominique Dwyer holds an M.F.A. with the Warren Wilson's Program for Writers. She has poems published or forthcoming in The American Poetry Review, Conduit, FIELD, The Massachusettes Review, The New England Review, and TriQuarterly. She lives in Bernalillo, New Mexico, and is a 2008 Rona Jaffe Award recipient.
Love Poem: Flat Out
If to love is to fall
then I'm flat out.
Knee-down on the cement handicap ramp.
Slammed fetal near the dog bowl
on the poppy-red linoleum.
In the moonlit field of alfalfa and iris
I am wedded to dirt, to the imprint of body.
See me fainting in St. Augustine's arms.
Grass-green spittle at the corner my mouth.
Lying low in a canoe on the river of Lethe.
A water leak in the bark.
If to love is to fall
find me bandaged in the root cellar
drinking Milk of Magnesia with Billie Holiday.
She's in a half-slip and a pointed bra
swaying on tiptoes standing on a crate of beets
beneath the window
trying to catch a little light
from the constellation of Venus.
I'm damp from night sweats
lying under old newspapers
not wanting to tell her there's a ladder.