WHY ARE THERE SO MANY QUESTIONS?
Wittgenstein says speaking is a part
of a form of life. But who said lifeís
a revolving door, open and closed?
Life wants to be a highway but turns
into a roundabout with no right of way.
Headed into the city, it zooms in on me
as I inch forward in traffic salted
with drizzle while songs from the dash
scrape like a bush full of starlings.
Life swims towards the light
dripping on wet streets as my car
sputters to a halt and I step
into the overflowing curb.† Speech
parallel parks at the Village Vanguard
and the question the door asks is part
of a form of a nightclub I wish I were in,
out of the drench, where she sings Where
Have You Gone? and Why Ask Why?
and Whatíll I Do? in her beauty-choked voiceó
whiskey-colored light and the trumpetís smoke
cuts through the haze and drifts to my table:
if speech wants you to make everything as gorgeous
as you can, look how music enters your body.
What does it say? Iím here. What do you say? Dance?
Michael Gushue is poetry editor for the Washington Spark, co-coordinates the Brookland Poetry Series, and co-runs Vrzhu Press. His poems have appeared, among other places, in the Cream City Review, the Indiana Review, Hotel Amerika, Redivider, Third Coast and online in the The Germ and Beltway. His chapbook, Gathering Down Women, is available from Pudding House Press. His day job is in international development and his home is in the Brookland neighborhood of Washington, DC.