Lamium - Louise Glück

This is how you live when you have a cold heart.

As I do: in shadows, trailing over cool rock,

under the great maple trees.

The sun hardly touches me.

Sometimes I see it in early spring, rising very far away.

Then leaves grow over it, completely hiding it. I feel it

glinting through the leaves, erratic,

like someone hitting the side of a glass with a metal spoon.

Living things don't all require

light in the same degree. Some of us

make our own light: a silver leaf

like a path no one can use, a shallow

lake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.

But you know this already.

You and the others who think

you live for truth and, by extension, love

all that is cold.

Void - Louise Glück

I figured out why you won’t buy furniture.

You won’t buy furniture because you’re depressed.

I’ll tell you what’s wrong with you: you’re not

gregarious. You should

look at yourself; the only time you’re totally happy

is when you cut up a chicken.

Why can’t we talk about what I want to talk about?

Why do you always change the subject?

You hurt my feelings. I do not mistake

reiteration for analysis.

You should take one of those chemicals,

maybe you’d write more.

Maybe you have some kind of void syndrome.

You know why you cook? Because

you like control. A person who cooks is a person who likes

to create debt.

Actual people! Actual human beings

sitting on our chairs in our living room!

I’ll tell you what: I’ll learn

bridge.

Don’t think of them as guests, think of them

as extra chickens. You’d like it.

If we had more furniture

you’d have more control.