Marjorie Rommel

Phone Call


Hello, you say—

my heart bounces


in and out of my shoes

skids across the desk


—a blizzard of memos—

splashes down in my cup of tea.


Has anyone noticed?


Hello, you say—here’s a kiss

for the palm of your hand


another to rub like perfume

behind each ear.




The body makes love possible.”

                  --Galway Kinnell


This form we take not

by choice but from necessity


—bird begets lily, ceiling

breaks into stars—


What is the thing we make—

dust from dust, then dust again?


Two by two we wake, enter

the Ark to find each other:


contrary hearts bursting

into contentious song.