A Classical Solution to the Transportation Question by Janet Knox

Tuesday, June 30, 2015 9:46 AM | Debbi Lester (Administrator)

Ode to the Seattle Viaduct


She's lying

on her side draped in Greek linen the color of concrete. 

She flanks the waterfront, tides lapping her toes.

 

She lounges her cold

stone stare - not grin, not grimace - 

the curve of cheekbone propped on elbow,


no hint of heat welling

from a pelvic floor - in fact, we're pretty sure 

those pretty thighs are carved as one solid slab.


We're not clear what she desires, 

but we've got a hunch

she'll get anything she orders.

 

She lunches on mussels dredged 

from pilings, steamed or bristling, 

canned in cars careening


up and down her spine craving 

internal combustion engines

to vibrate her cement skin 


exhaust dusting the spots 

where she shines - because horses once sweated, 

men once perspired to build this highway,


so she might glow with such gravitas 

so elevated her position that she tests 

the very fate she seals 


as we dispense with all caution

and come hither. 


Janet Norman Knox

Janet Norman Knox is a poet/playwright/performance artist who 

bikes via the viaduct twice a day and shudders beneath its mass. 

Her play, "9 Gs and the Red Telephone," is forthcoming in 

Feminist Studies, the first scholarly journal in women's studies.

Visit the online journal at www.feministstudies.org.

   

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