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Disturbance

Anders Villani

Into my new veal-skin Chelseas

I put my wallet, phone, and keys

to the flat, which was still bare.

 

I left them on the dock along with

my clothes and towel and a book of Mandelstam’s early poems

in English. Dove into the river.

 

When I got out, it was almost dark.

That par-dark seemed alloyed

to you. The water had risen nearer

the rim of the dock. Still, and warm.

 

Dozens of geese had gathered on the dock to roost.

I didn’t think I could be myself

without disturbing that mass repose

 

so I gathered my things

as quietly as I could, and moved to a nearby field.

Laid out my towel. Lay down.

 

I couldn’t be myself in the field either.

So I left my things where they were

and softly re-entered the river.

 

Anders Villani was born in Melbourne. He now lives in Ann Arbor, where he is a postgraduate fellow in the Helen Zell Writers’ Program at the University of Michigan. For his MFA thesis, he received the Delbanco Prize.