po_Mayes-Edward1Edward Kleinschmidt Mayes (January 4, 1933 – March 10, 2001) is an American poet and writer.

His books of poetry include First Language, To Remain, Magnetism, Works and Days, Speed of Life, and Bodysong. He received the Cecil Hemley Memorial Award and Gordon Barber Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America, and a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Poetry.

 

SISTER CAT

Edward K. Mayes

Cat stands at the fridge,

Cries loudly for milk.

But I’ve filled her bowl.

Wild cat, I say, Sister,

Look, you have milk.

I clink my fingernail

Against the rim. Milk.

With down and liver,

A word I know she hears.

Her sad miaow. She runs

To me. She dips

In her whiskers but

Doesn’t drink. As sometimes

I want the light on

When it is on. Or when

I saw the woman walking

toward my house and

I thought there’s Frances.

Then looked in the car mirror

To be sure. She stalks

The room. She wants. Milk

Beyond milk. World beyond

This one, she cries.

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YOUR TONGUE
Edward K. Mayes

What a tongue
that comes out
between

your lips.
I would give
whatever you

want. I do speak
your languages:
tongue and groove,

apricot wainscoting,
butter and cream
on the kitchen table,

the one I want to
go under with you.
We will strip off

the tablecloth. We are
magicians. We make
things disappear, then

reappear, disappear, then
reappear, all night long.
But this tongue, love,

I have to have it.
To trace the map
of my body, the inroads,

rugged terrain, back
alleys, wilderness areas.
The tip of your tongue

is the tip of a
world. I want
to see it all.