If we had a lemon we'd throw it and call that the sun / Christopher Citro.

Format:

Book

Author/Creator:

Citro, Christopher, author.

Contributor:

Laura Jan Meyerson Poetry Fund.

Language:

English

Genre:

Poetry.

Physical Description:

88 pages ; 23 cm

Edition:

First edition.

Place of Publication:

Denver, Colorado : Elixir Press, [2021]

Contents:

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It's Something People in Love Do

To the Dirt Which Will in Time Consume Us All

A Mud Puddle Shaped Mud Puddle

So That's What an Invisible Barrier Looks Like

We Might As Well Be Hovering

Shelter Awhile

Smell of Wet Earth Like the Inside of My Hands

One Push on Top Is All It Takes

That's Why They Invented Cheesecake

On a Foreign Planet Surrounded by Sugar Maples

Otherwise Inexplicable Animation to the Forms Above

Shadows of Blackbirds on Our Arms

Clocking Threats in the Local Environment

In Small Significant Ways We're Horses

Peaks Shot with Hairs of Lightning

To Keep At Least Partially in the Air

Anyway and Try to Stay Alive on What It Gives Us

Beaver Lake

One Light in a Field of Other Lights

Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks

At First It Buzzed Then Even the Buzzing Stopped

Go On Take Another Little Piece of My Heart

The Sweet of Being Made Right

I'm Back Here I'm Paddling Too

Dear Diary Where Is Everybody

Gathering a Few Facts

You're Welcome to the Rest

You Can Keep Your Employee of the Month Award

We Come Here Every Day So You've Already Won

Returning Home After the Funeral

The People Who Live Near Us Are Our Neighbors

The Sky We Want to Reach Up and Press Our Thumbs Into

Bring Me with You

Sick of Sick

An Emergency Every Day of the Week

II

The Mutual Building

How We Make It Home Eventually

Save the Receipts for a Kind of Diary

Show Me Around This World of Yours

Bats and Applesauce

Barely Managing the House Plants Thing

Yesterday I Saw a Small Snake Holding Still

Holding My Head in Both My Hands

Elegy for the Travel Agents

I Was There My Feet Were Wet and I Looked Up

If We Had a Lemon We'd Throw It and Call That the Sun

The Hay Out There and the Hay in You

The Low Crumble of Distant Applause

We Live on a Foreign Planet This One

Waves Frozen Like Wrinkles on Dog Skin

Creation Myth

Light at the Beach a Thousand Doctors

Removing the Butter Dish from the Fridge with a Sense of Urgency

One Theory of What's Happening Out There

Where You and I Could Get a Coffee Sit by a Lake and Talk

But I Live Here (Empty Place)

A Hole in the Sky Corresponding to One in Me

Sneaking Back Inside

Throwing Pebbles into Perpetual Orbit

A Lot Going On up There

On Our Mountain Made of Crushed Mountains

We Are Many People Some Okay

Right Like Yellow Along a Banana

Sunsets Like Strobe Lights

Watching You to See How to React to All This

Calling for One Another When We're Right There

I Smell the Dirt All Around Me and Above

The Secret Lives of Little Girls

We Give Ourselves New Medals (We Give Ourselves a Chance)

We Were Doing Fine and Then We Disappeared Peacefully

These Seagulls Are Better More Gullier Than the Ones in the City.

Notes:

"Winner of the Elixir Press Antivenom Poetry Award"-- Provided by publisher.

Local Notes:

Acquired for the Penn Libraries with assistance from the Laura Jan Meyerson Poetry Fund.

ISBN:

9781932418743

1932418741

OCLC:

1176321635

Publisher Number:

99988778987