selected past writing at 42opus
you are the urinal
in which men piss infidelity
when wives demur sex
2 September 2002 | poetry
Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay—
Stay till the good old year,
So long companion of our way,
Shakes hands, and leaves us here.
Oh stay, oh stay,
One little hour, and then away.
Any reader who believes the suburbs to be a cultural and spiritual wasteland will have their prejudices confirmed. And yet, Cusk's great talent as a writer is to complicate these tired notions and make them fresh and engaging. Her Desperate Housewives are not stereotypes, but unique and sympathetic characters. Cusk is masterful at capturing the ordinary moments of family life.
The only store in walking distance
is the one for the rich. So many aisles; bright
and convenient as Dinner-Nirvana: Tofu
from Iowa, rice from California, cherries
from Chile. Everything fresh-
frozen in plastic. I can feel The Invisible-Hand-
of-the-Market reaching into my pants.
11 February 2008 | poetry