Still Life with Wheat Field

For SLH

And I’m there again, with you, at the Milwaukee museum, with you in love with an abstract artist I can’t understand, with me tugging your oversized sweater sleeve to come see the Audubons. But you are entranced so I pretend to check the title of the work and how—I mean it wants me to believe a triangle the color of a wheat field is part or whole of a magic deer, curve of blue, her small winter back, geometrics, her eyes I can’t see into, and it’s as if she is looking out at you and me looking in, but wait, her mouth, her whispered breath—or was that when you told me there is nothing now that can cure you. 

 
Jeanie Tomasko

Jeanie Tomasko

Jeanie Tomasko is the author of several books of poetry, all of which can be found at jeanietomasko.com  She has been a member of WFOP for several years. She lives in Middleton with her husband, Steve, two cats and a forthcoming dog.