Three Children Are Laughing
They fall and float up.
Heaven is deep space, the moon.
They were not issued boots.
They don’t care. They are angels.
They wear taffetas, twin-sets,
garlands of sorrow strung on ivory,
eat five grams of Cheerios
every ten years if that is what they
need to count tulips ochers
of the dust we once thought
was all there was to life.
Author’s Statement on Beauty
Stendhal wrote, beauty is “the promise of happiness.” Thus beauty is conjectural, enigmatic, a stand-in for longing — that delectable neurosis. I would tell you its impact on or relation to my poetry, but then I would have to live up to my delusion.
Sarah Sarai’s chapbooks include The Risen Barbie, I Feel Good, and Emily Dickinson’s Coconut Face. Geographies of Soul and Taffeta was published this year by Indolent Books. Her poems are in Painted Bride Quarterly, Barrow Street, Boston Review, Threepenny Review, and others; her fiction in Devil’s Lake, South Dakota Review and Tampa Review. She reviews for Lambda Literary; is a freelance editor of poetry collections, fiction, and pharmaceutical advertising. She has an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College and a Twitter account—@SarahSarai. More at: my3000lovingarms.blogspot.com.