Nyla Matuk: A Poem
First of the year, we’re snowbound, in debt
to the city’s surpluses. Humble strips of flashing
discern corners between Prada and Burberry
espied by lorgnette, stretched by silver mirror,
or Mary’s soul magnifying our Lord.
Elegance is a glam accompanist, a buttery scroll,
the distanced pace before a gauntlet’s dropped,
and a dish best served cold.
(from Sumptuary Laws [Signal, 2012]. Reproduced by permission)
Nyla Matuk's poems have appeared recently in PN Review, The Fiddlehead, and New Poetries VI.