Yes Yes Yes

Oh My God, the clothes in the dryer
as if they've run through a storm
to slide and rub in a manic tumble
unzipped, button-loose
every sleeve ends in an open gasp
this elbow snaking that knee
pulls my collar to your waist and the whole
room turns to steam

Oh My God, the utensils in the drawer
liquid silver skins to pry
and mix—yank the drawer and hear them
stir, look what the juicer
does to the fruit, bring me
your sticky finger, watch
this slow spiral into soft cork,
the neck's stretch
as the wine shudders inside us

Oh My God, the hats on the hatstand
Oh My God, the bulbs in the lamps

Oh My God, the gravel in the drive
bodies freed from glaciers
touched again and again
until they're spread out and spent
humming in tune with our tremulous earth

BY SCOTT BEAL

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Scott Beal's poems have appeared recently in Poemeleon, The Collagist, and Union Station. He serves as a writer-in-the-schools for Dzanc Books in Ann Arbor and teaches in the Sweetland Center for Writing at the University of Michigan, from which he earned his MFA in 1996. He co-authored Jangle the Threads with Rachel McKibbens and Aracelis Girmay (Red Beard Press, 2010) and Underneath: The Archaeological Approach to Creative Writing with Jeff Kass (Red Beard Press, 2011).