None of this Has Gone Quiet: Molly Dawe
May 1, 2020, Kate Belew With Molly Dawe (Ottawa, ON)
I put the sunflowers in the jar on the table, I mean
to say I culled them, their tight heads, unfurling
I wanted to bring whatever yellow I could to this
whatever goldenrod, whatever marigold, I wanted
to believe in calendula. Listen, I know
none of this has gone quiet into the night, not
a single burial. And I return to this altar
where I sacrificed myself, offered myself up to you
tomorrow. A strange, ahead thing in which
we could never exist, or exist and everything changed
and when I open my window to that thought
the room flooded, the sunflowers adrift.