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if we are alone; language Megan London, Maine

if we are alone; language
after oppen
I am too close or
they are too close or
we are all too close
to each other / to this &
buying time
a sort of
mediation:
waiting to leave or
waiting to stay
be a name / named,
no longer
anonymous: to be
unnamed is to be
free to be anonymous
solo¾outside &
outside itself¾
comparing the mind
to magnolias, disparate
as rose we are but
not here & I am
anomalous:
a sight occurring of itself.
___
silence is an action.
silence as action but
I will not be silent I
will be anonymous I
who
who is
anonymous will be
she who is he who we
must name to know we
cannot be unnamed, to be
unnamed is not to be, to be is
not to be named, a name¾
what is name but
definition / a rose
is just a rose &
nothing more, not
disparate just rose,
a name we give to
speak of I will
speak but I will
not be named.
___
I am as old as
the earth, a quantity
of whims as
many words.
the substandard plot it
thickens & aren’t we
predictable
in compare
a shade of smoke
amoebic dream as
the one thing moves
through an other &
a new thing becomes
like recognition, poised
at the edge of a decade,
still as the earth
this day,
last day
___ what is
(y)our future
[mythology]
politic of
possibility poetic of
energy
clarity
truth
precision
full of life
now
covalent bond
not flower:
molecule /
molecular
are we so much
the same
a name ___

Megan London graduated with an MA in English from the University of Maine, Orono. Her work has previously appeared in The Stolen Island Review, The Maine Review, The Accompanist, The Puckerbrush Review, The Chiron Review, Nomadic Underground Tuber Systems, Werewolf Glue, Third Factory, GoodTimes, & the on-line journal Ululation. She is also the editor of an independent literary magazine, and has published two chapbooks: The History of Now (2000) and The Sensation of Sound (2008), both put out by a transient/vanity press.