"Sensory Deprivation Floats: A Groupon"
Spotlight Series: A Poem by Lisa Fay Coutley
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The following is a piece by Lisa Fay Coutley, author of ERRATA (2015) and the recipient of several poetry awards. You can read her full bio here.
Sensory Deprivation Floats: A Groupon
By Lisa Fay Coutley
Because the week I turn forty, a giant
squid washes ashore. It’s the week I want
to say water cannot help anything, reaching
without touch, without hold. Pushing away.
This week, its twenty-third storm this year
plumes China & I never smell rain’s metal
or know the impossible cold of the same
wet clothes against my heart & my legs
flood-deep for days. Dream of that cave
where stalagmites stand forever without
knowing the pink disc singes the slate
sky & the light divides & conquers
the greatest lake inside you because
forty & still you cannot forget
love as another word for longing
to float, deprived of sense, robbed
of that manhole lid in your chest
pulsing midair & the weather in that
cave all your own, your own cloud
suspends while every drop of water
falling salutes. Who will miss this
me in that city of dripstone? Imagine,
kraken leaving such a hole by leaving
we celebrate life in sound- & light-
proof pods that host sensory deprivation
atop buoyant, body-warm saltwater this
week & last week & next because you
are the you who you wish to forget.
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