HE HAD NEVER HAD A FINE TIME OF ANYTHING

I have space around me
but inside it is a screaming wind tunnel
of bluish babies
and zinc counters
with candied squash seeds
in small square dishes
I try not to notice
that my hair is growing white

before I have learned to walk
the allure of the nineteenth century
of the eighteenth and seventeenth centuries
of the early twentieth century
the appeal of the 1920s
the objective method in the novel
all these are relevant
I havenít got a theory

structure imposed on a medium
a chalkboard and the periodic table
the Musee des Beaux-Arts
the Victorian couple on holiday
the architect slipping
away through the fog
under carriage wheels
and horses hooves trampled

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Tina Brown Celona has published two books with Fence, The Real Moon of Poetry and Other Poems, winner of the 2002 Alberta Prize, and Snip Snip! Her poems have recently appeared in Typo, Secret Behavior, Map Literary, Sink Review, Everyday Genius, and Catch-Up. She lives in Denver, CO.