Flirt
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In this stunning first collection of poems, Noah Blaustein’s narrators face the complexities that shape a life: adolescence, fatherhood, our responsibility for the lives of others, the exhilaration of romantic love, and memory. These anxious, frequently witty poems flirt with physical danger, with grief and happiness, and with mortality as a means to transcend the mundane in our day-to-day lives. As the parent narrator says at the end of “Rave On”: “This / life of mine I now know / is no longer mine to take away.” While the narrator believes that there’s no person “that doesn’t benefit from some pain,” this evocative collection proves that life is both pain and comfort, and ends on a prayer of hope for the speaker’s children: “This is a prayer / for my children asleep in their bunk beds. . . . / May they never acquire / death’s thin cello wire, / what connects my cortex to my toes, what plays / memory’s midnight wrong song. . . . / There is beautiful music / out there. There is beautiful music.”
Noah Blaustein
Noah Blaustein is the author of Flirt (UNM Press) and the editor of the anthology Motion: American Sports Poems. He lives in Santa Monica, California.
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Flirt - Noah Blaustein
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Field of Diamonds in the Sky
Every second, one in eight Americans
looks at the moon and tonight
it has holes in it from all the staring. My elbow
has stopped bleeding but the dull throb
in my back, old friend, has returned. I’ve stopped
off for the smoothie special, Jamaican
Me Crazy, the taste of dusk. No matter
what’s been broken, I’ve always been amused
when the E.R. says quantify your pain,
one to ten. What to do with
the striations of feeling I can’t
enumerate, say that’s an eight
o’clock mood. I don’t mind
some pain. My wife said the moon
has the best milk for a baby,
go get it. My wife says I love you
but not as much as I would
if you could fly. I’m desired
at a party in this valley tonight
but the things I’d like to taste there
are the difference between fun
and happiness. When I returned
from surfing Teahupo’o, my brother said
you feel more alive in those two
weeks than you do all year
but you’ve got to work. The body
was meant to take risks, seek
forgiveness not receive permission. With
a baby, sneezing has become fun again
but this Jamaican Me Crazy is a secret,
a little pit stop not in the schedule
between baked chicken
and let’s spoon. Depending
on how you fly, it takes two
days to get to the moon. This world
loves comfort but I don’t know a body
that doesn’t benefit from some pain.
Love & Death
That cliff face where the sandstone
footholds broke under our weight
& the red rocks echoed into
little avalanches & blue sky. Not
until the Bryce Canyon rangers hoisted
us over the cliff’s edge did we
look down, where we
started from & almost fell
to, those monolithic boulders
on the canyon floor no bigger
than my red thumbnail
pressed against that sky. In
the emergency lights & bronze
of afternoon, Cristina’s face
looks wet & as we drive out
the national forest to find
a diner I ask had she ever
wondered if she had just died
but the person she was with
wanted her back so badly
that they wished her back. Life,
she said, was like that growing up
in El Salvador during the war,
the guerillas or government
attacking at night. Her family
huddled together in the living room
under blankets & automatic fire
& everyone dying & wishing
each other back. Except they
didn’t get milkshakes afterward. It was
always around dawn & she’d go
with her father to pick mangoes from the yard
so they could drizzle the fruit’s orange
meat with green aiguashte. Or they’d pick
watermelons to be quartered & sprinkled with salt—
tastes so bright they knew they’d survived.
History
The orchids in the flower shop droop in prayer—
a president and his war procession shake
preselected parade hands up the street.
Juan Juan, my barber, asks in Spanish,
these elections, these wars, do I protest?
He says, "I would. Mi corazón está aquí
but I’m not really here."
He sharpens his strop razor.
The sun hits the aluminum windowsill
at full squint.
For months at lunch at the cantina
I’ve looked at the halved bodies on the front page
and done nothing
but draw zebras with table salt,
make, on my way home,
the neighbor’s plastic flamingos chuckle.
I’ve protested privately,
I say, "but I