Selected by Susannah Bec
Shay's Word Garden
Deus Ex Machina
The Halloween suicide walks out along the flag pole
In resale shop black shoes.
There is a kitten named Giuseppe Verdi riding in the pocket of her smock,
And his big yellow eyes say,
Think of all the tuna fish I would miss.
Think of Tanya,
Across town, serving lattes to strangers,
With your heart folded carefully and kept with her car keys and her fabulous accent."
But the Halloween suicide falls like the notes of an adagio,
Giving first one graceful foot to the empty air,
And then the other.
Her smock spreads out
Like bat wings
And she and Giuseppe Verdi float through the nippy October sky like two leaves connected at the stem.
"Tra-la," she sings,
As they arc this way, then that.
Clearly, they ride in the palm of a Divine Hand.
They come down softly on the patio of a chain coffee bar.
Inside, Tanya looks up from counting her tips and smiles.
No opera heroine ever looked more beautiful.
Later, petting both aviatrix and kitten, she says,
"Don't you know you can never leave as long as I own your heart?
I am your deus ex machina;
I will always cushion your fall and welcome you back to my arms."
The Halloween suicide begins to cry, big fat tears melting into Giuseppe Verdi's black fur.
"Why are you so good to me? I'm a mess," the flyer says, looking up. "What's in it for you, Magoo?"
Tanya laughs and kisses her.
"I love you for your magic,
For your ever-broken heart,
And because you need me, like Giuseppe Verdi needs you."
The kitten rumbles under her hand,
And she knows that it must be true.
(This poem was selected by Susannah Bec. She is currently one of our contributors and poets found here at Poets United. If you would like to learn more Susannah about or read some of her own poetry you can visit her blog "Out of my Ocean" or keep an eye out for more of her posts. We would like to thank her for all of her hard work.)