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Coupling

By · On April 28, 2017

Somewhere between a spring-like winter

and a winter-like spring,

 

I lost you, lost you even as you strolled

beside me. Over clams and calamari

 

at The Little Owl, over chicken kori kebabs

at Kismat, you concealed

 

the matter behind smiles, behind drinks.

And what was the matter?

 

That you had fucked half of Manhattan

and all of Queens. That your exes, in dark puffy coats,

 

circled your building like fat birds of prey, waiting

for me to leave to swoop down and feast.

 

What was the matter?

That only countless men,

 

with rough talons and piercing beaks,

could drag you back to what the first man

 

you knew subjected you to.

That no man, certainly not me,

 

could convince you of a different kind of coupling.

Dinner might as well have been my body—

 

not satisfied, you devoured strawberry crepes,

their guts smeared across your lips.

 

In bed I drank Macallan to sleep

but could not sleep, could only watch

 

as night blanched and passed out.

The day you left, you wore a black frock

 

and black, studded clogs, gliding

through the room like ever-moving night.

 

I have moved too, dragged

by the illness that drove me to you.

Click here to read Dana Crum on the origin of the poem.

Dana Crum: The winter of late 2006 and early 2007 was not much of a winter. At least not in New York City, where I lived at the time. Then it snowed in March of 2007. As I trudged through the late snow, a phrase came to me: “A spring-like winter and a winter-like spring.” At the time, I had no idea where I would use it, but I did think it might work as commentary on global warming.
 
Years later, while writing “Coupling,” I dropped the phrase in and used it to characterize the atmosphere in which the unhappy couple at the center of poem drift apart. True to my original intent, the phrase does demonstrate global warming, a kind of illness. Nature’s unhealthiness, in turn, points to the psychological unhealthiness of the couple and their relationship.
 
In making nature’s behavior symbolize or respond to the literal events of the poem, I stole a page out of Macbeth. Duncan rules Scotland through the Divine Right of Kings. By murdering him, Macbeth has upturned the societal order mandated by God. In response, nature goes topsy-turvy. An owl kills a falcon. Duncan’s horses eat each other. Darkness blankets the earth though it is daytime: “’Tis day, / And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.” In my poem “Coupling,” when the inevitable break occurs, it is daytime, but the woman is dressed in the colors of night: “The day you left, you wore a black frock / and black, studded clogs, gliding / through the room like ever-moving night.” The woman, for some time if not for the rest of her life, will continue to move from man to man, will remain like “ever-moving night.”
 
But the poem is interested not just in the woman’s actions: It invites the reader to consider what in her past damaged her and drove her actions. And it shows that the man, though privileged as the poem’s speaker, is damaged, too.

 

 

Image:  “This is MY turf!!” by Gabriel Rocha, licensed under CC BY 2.0

Dana Crum

Dana Crum

Dana Crum is author of the chapbook Good Friday 2000 (Q Ave Press, 2014) and is a Callaloo Fellow. He won the Eva Jane Romaine Coombe Writer’s Residency at The Seven Hills School, had residencies at the Vermont Studio Center and VCCA and received a fellowship from Virginia Commonwealth University. The Paris Review Daily profiled him in 2013. His poetry, fiction and nonfiction have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Blackbird, American Short Fiction, African Voices, Carve Magazine, The Source, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, Killens Review of Arts & Letters and other publications. NPR affiliate WBEZ 91.5 FM Chicago broadcast a dramatic reading of his short story “My Heavenly Father” as part of its Stories on Stage program.
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Dana Crum is author of the chapbook Good Friday 2000 (Q Ave Press, 2014) and is a Callaloo Fellow. He won the Eva Jane Romaine Coombe Writer’s Residency at The Seven Hills School, had residencies at the Vermont Studio Center and VCCA and received a fellowship from Virginia Commonwealth University. The Paris Review Daily profiled him in 2013. His poetry, fiction and nonfiction have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Blackbird, American Short Fiction, African Voices, Carve Magazine, The Source, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, Killens Review of Arts & Letters and other publications. NPR affiliate WBEZ 91.5 FM Chicago broadcast a dramatic reading of his short story “My Heavenly Father” as part of its Stories on Stage program.

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