“We can walk anywhere and we can stop at some new café where we don’t know anyone and nobody knows us and have a drink.”
-- Hemingway
At the center of the world
our bodies floated over each other,
near to everything, at the center
of being.
Not like arrows pointing in three directions,
but like our own bodies,
pulsing in and out.
Laughter could cure nearly anything,
it was said,
it was so precious.
It was like an undiscovered metal
no one knew anything about
yet.
And when they discovered how rare it was,
O look out!
They came to wage wars over it.
That’s how badly it was needed.
It was widely known
how we could live on laughter
alone.
Not air, not water nor land
was more precious.
Who cared about the apples hanging from trees?
Who cared about the lovely pomegranate?
We came to care little for the perfect orange.
But for a small glassful of laughter
we would kill. Yes, kill.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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