AGNI Online
  Subscribe      Donate    Stay Connected    Submit      About Us  

Next Minute

by Martha Rhodes

I brought to him the cups of tea
he smashed across the room.
I brought to him the honey spoons
he pasted on the wall.

And brought to him the tissues
he wadded up his nose
and capsules quartered, and music

His fever barely weakened him—
he shoved our bed against the door—
who had we become, though I didn’t care
just then—I pounded that door to hell.

was where I wanted him,
next minute not soon enough,
nor blink of eyes, nor breath.


Martha Rhodes is the author of three collections of poems: At the Gate (Provincetown Poetry Series, 1995), Perfect Disappearance (New Issues Press, 2000), and Mother Quiet (Zoo Press, 2004). She is the director of Four Way Books and teaches at Sarah Lawrence College and the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College. She lives in New York City. (6/2010)

End of Article
AGNI Magazine :: published at Boston University ©2008 AGNI