SURVIVING THE ART OF FUTURISM
See how Boccioni's bronze man strides forward,
his pants sharp as spurs.
He flings open his figure to defeat
whatever surrounds it.
It's what I meant when I said how quickly
I can run.
How quickly I can empty pockets
of loose coins, of dollar bills held together
by cellophane tape.
How quickly I can strip naked
of clothes that smell of sea
and lightning, of skin
grown thick from weather, too much
Now, lacking the armor
of rank purpose,
my body no longer fits
of what the world wants to become.
Such monstrous ideas placed on plaster pedestals.
Notice how Boccioni's arms and eyes
gather up inside himself.
Look how he shakes!
Such simultaneity of planes cannot hold.
Sarah M Fishman is a poet, essayist, and engineer. She grew up a daughter of the American South but has lived and traveled all over the world including the Americas, Europe, and the Middle East. Fishman graduated from Georgia Tech in 1989 with a bachelor's degree, and in 1997, she received a Masters in Business Administration from The University of California, Berkeley. Fishman now attends Bennington College where she is working on an MFA in Creative Writing. Her work has been published in Israel where she currently lives with her husband.