image by edith lüthi, on Pixabay, modified
Description of a dark plastic spoon.
I drew a plastic spoon to myself
directly from its housing, at lunch,
and held it in the palm of my hand,
bringing it to the place I prepared:
the library, with books all around.
I laid it prostrate out in the dust
of the gray table, marking how the
fluorescent lights were stretching, and bent
far to infinity in its form.
I called it up for a second time,
and held its back-side to me, out-faced,
marking again, how it gathered there
the whole wide room in its countenance—
much larger than itself; and I saw
my own reflection dimly as in
a mirror. As it dragged closer, I
beheld more of the room, and less self.
So I surveyed my kingdom with it.
My face, the image there, and the room,
I was amazed, and turned it once more,
and marked how it could invert the whole
precisely upside-down in its face.
Now as I gaze on it a third time,
despite distortions, dimness, and smudge,
I mark how full its cup is (of air).
Ingenious, never-emptying thing—
mark, how it overflows with all else!
Joseph Teti is an emerging poet from Hyattsville, Maryland. He is a graduate
of Hillsdale College, and a fierce defender of Platonism and Romanticism. His
poetry has appeared in Solid Food Press, Foreshadow, and Faith on Every Corner.
October 2023 Issue