The genie is leaking out of the jar . . .
The entire shop is filled with a
bluegreen sense of expectancy
This is not like the times when he comes
whooshing out of the neck,
to attain his fullblown transparent magnificence,
his head resting against the pressed-tin ceiling
(so that his turban takes on a knobbled look)
and his feet still captive in the jar,
No, this time it’s a hairline crack
and a different process . . .
The shape of everything here
is outlined in tremor
And I breathe a certain something in the air
Paula Bonnell’s poems have appeared in APR, The Hudson Review, Rattle, Spillway, and dozens more. Her manuscript Airs & Voices was selected by Mark Jarman for a Ciardi Prize and published by BkMk Press; Message is her first collection; and Before the Alphabet, a story in free verse of a child’s kindergarten year, and tales retold are her chapbooks. w: paulabonnell.net