“Music in the Morning” by Dorianne Laux

When I think of the years he drank, the scars
on his chin, his thinning hair, his eye that still weeps
decades after the blow, my knees weaken with gratitude
for whatever kept him safe, whatever stopped
the glass from cracking and shearing something vital,
the fist from lowering, exploding an artery, pressing
the clot of blood toward the back of his brain.
Now, he sits calmly on the couch, reading,
refusing to wear the glasses I bought him,
holding the open book at arm’s length from his chest.
Behind him the windows are smoky with mist
and the tile floor is pushing its night chill
up through the bare soles of his feet. I like to think
he survived in order to find me, in order
to arrive here, sober, tired from a long night
of tongues and hands and thighs, music
on the radio, coffee– so he could look up and see me,
standing in the kitchen in his torn t-shirt,
the hem of it brushing my knees, but I know
it’s only luck that brought him here, luck
and a love that had nothing to do with me,
except that this is what we sometimes get if we live
long enough, if we are patient with our lives.

“Music in the Morning” by Dorianne Laux, Facts About the Moon

2 thoughts on ““Music in the Morning” by Dorianne Laux

  1. mishedup

    you keep sharing her
    i keep being astounded and yet don’t search for more.
    just finished over an hour looking for more….
    so good
    thank you


    1. She’s fabulous, isn’t she? I’ve been trying to space her work out, but it’s hard to not share her stuff, you know? She rapidly became one of my very favorites…nearly every poem is relateable…especially her writings on grief. So good, so true, so authentic.

      Thank *you*! I’m glad you took some time to discover more of her work!


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