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The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sun 4/9/06)
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GOODWILL THRIFT STORE, MISSOULA

It's hard to hate
anybody when we're
all maybe trying
on the shoes of the
dead together,
trying on their slacks
and reading their books.
So we are gentle
to each other
when we reach for the same glass
or same blanket.
Smile when we collide
between the broken couch
and a stain on the sheet.
We pass, cool ghosts who feel
the sleeves of jackets,
the hems of dresses, and hold
nylon stockings up to the light.
An old man tries on
a dead soldier's coat. It weighs
him down, he bends as though
he were carrying the man on his back.
When he opens his narrow pocketbook
a moth flies up.
We find blouses for our mothers
we never sent.
A past we never knew. White bowls
that fit inside each other.
Someone else's babies.
Painstakingly embroidered pillowcases.
Empty jars. Proof of happier lives.

When I walk past the rack
of dark wool suits
I smell a human musk
like an animal would.
I get a sense of a man,
of my long dead grandfather,
and am filled with love
for the suits, love
for the man holding
the double boiler,
love for the teen aged girl
with bare feet, sucking the ends
of her hair and watching
the clock, love
for the lonesome one
that the shoes
will surely
fit.

Sheryl Noethe

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You are looking over merchandise at the Goodwill Store in Missoula, Montana, touching the lives of those who once inhabited these coats and shoes. Not Twilight Zone: this is a poem by Missoulan SHERYL NOETHE, whose work resonates deeply, a kind of soul-to-soul recycling. Sheryl has taught poetry to Deaf kids in New York, hearing kids in Salmon, Idaho, and head trauma survivors and other developmentally disabled individuals in Missoula.

Through Teachers & Writers, Noethe was poet-in-residence in the Salmon, Idaho, public schools for seven years and at the New York School for the Deaf for six years. She is on the faculty staff of the Missoula Museum of the Arts and is co-founder of the Missoula Writing Collaborative, based on the T&W model. Her latest collection of poems is The Bedwetter's Lizard Dream.
Publications

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RL

If you have a request for a certain Poet, post their name in the thread and I will find a poem by them and post it...

if you want to see some of my poetry, see the blog at:
http://www.myspace.com/retropaul
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