Four Poems by Rae Armantrout

BOMB 131 Spring 2015
BOMB 131

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Imagine you’re trying

to locate a lost


by the way its pings

come in relation

to the wobble

of a satellite

beginning to lose


and you feel

no fear.



Now the heavy cables
dip into layers
of blue
and lavender—

almost lackadaisical—
and at either end

World’s Smallest Pets,
Barbeque Pit Wars



While you were out,
they built Kensington Commons.

You thought, “Princess-
ha-ha,” but there was no room
left for such thoughts.

Would you like the ability
to add a location
to your tweets?


When you came to,
commons meant condos
and “distinguished living.”

You said,
“My own being
grows faint
and fades away,”

said it
as if speech
prevented what is said
from taking place.

Then said it
that “own”
and “being”
could have been joined

in that way



Limpid green sea
laps the wall
of a ruined fortress
on a silent


a solitary
crooked pine
between flat stones
at dawn


Complicated loves
are best—

and that things should change
but be equivalent.


Now I’m turning
into bows

on the present—
on each present
as it appears.

Can a bow
be bold


A bow must
back on itself.




Her attention didn’t wander
so much as it was repeatedly
pulled out of the text she was
reading as if by a voice or stare.
She scanned the recesses of her
awareness to locate the source.
There was a faint burning
sensation in the middle distance.
Maybe she had to pee. But
the imperative was premature.
Whatever this was, it could still
flicker out or show itself in an
entirely new light. She tried to
find her place again in the crowd
of words. This would be different
for the first person, she thought.


I’m anxious when you leave
so I must love you. But I don’t
like the story you’re telling the
strangers around us—rising sea
levels, hemorrhagic fevers. I’ve
told it more than once myself.
Connect the dots and watch the
shape emerge. “Cut it out,” I
want to say, though I don’t know
what I mean by “it.”

Rae Armantrout’s book Itself is just out from Wesleyan University Press. Her recent books, all published by Wesleyan, include Just SayingMoney Shot, and Versed, which won the 2010 Pulitzer Prize and National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry. She lives in San Diego, California.

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BOMB 131, Spring 2015

Featuring interviews with Rosa Barba, Soon-Mi Yoo, Agnieszka Kurant, Tatiana Bilbao, Alejandro Zambra, Tom McCarthy, Matana Roberts, and Barbara Kasten. 

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