Megan Giller (2 poems)

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Instructions for Revolution

1
The artists will suggest murals of beet’s blood,
and the poets will pick a love poem
to someone named Cecilia.
The editors will offer only semicolons.

2
Ignore them.
Write “10:48” across billboards.
Carve the numbers
with a knife, stencil them
on stone walls and stovetops.

3
Smear it with lipstick
across mirrors.  Pencil it in
other people’s dayplanners.
Circle it twice.

4
Whisper it to strangers
as you walk down the street.  Leave it
on napkins in coffee
shops, jot it on crosswords.

5
They will start to wonder.

6
They will file out of their office buildings,
drop their doughnuts to the floor
in a rush to the street.

Stores will shut down, employees entranced
by the crowd outside.  Drivers will quit
their cars in the road,
leaving doors opened
to the flood.

7
The sounds of the city will stop
like a bomb.

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Solace (n.)

1. comfort in sorrow, misfortune, or distress; consolation.  2. a
source of comfort or consolation.  3.  something sought in strangers’
faces.  4.  a busdriver’s smile, a librarian’s smirk.  5.  these
people offer us a forgetful protection.  6.  from ourselves.  7.  from
the sounds of quiet apartments, dark minds.  8.  we must remember the
sol.  9.  sole, soul.

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poetry by Megan Giller

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