Since we’re on the subject of how you make me feel, this week’s Monday poem is by Anis Mojgani called “How You Make Me Feel.” Mr. Mojgani won back-to-back titles at the National Individual Poetry Slam in 2005 and 2006, and won first place at 2007 World Cup Poetry Slam held in Bobigny, France.

this is how my wife makes me feel:
like a nuclear reactor power plant
that harnesses not any strange harmful energy
but rather the energy of the sun
of daisies, of golden marbles
filled up past my brim
behind me, there is a rainbow
the nuclear reactor that i am
harnesses the power of the rainbow
capturing the whole spectrum
of color and light

this is how she makes me feel
like a great grey stoned tall tower
rising up out of the ocean
from my room at the top of that tower
i watch the world
there is nothing but ocean for so far
from up here the ocean looks like it is
the biggest thing in the universe
from up here, it is the universe
from my window sitting
atop the top of the universe
watching its waves of water
move in unison together
i feel like maybe
i am bigger

this is how she makes me feel
like i was 17, running
in slow motion through a field
lit with light particles of dust
moving through the air,
the sun burning their bodies
perhaps it is dust
perhaps it is magic dust
perhaps this magical dust is
what i am made from
i open my eyes and
everything i see floats

i am on a boat
it is night
the world has calmed itself
just to hold me inside all that is dark
just to rock me gently

this is how she makes me feel
the subway chambers of moscow
i am vaulted, i have giant chandeliers
hanging from my underground ceilings
i glow with so much light
i am a ballroom for the trains of russia
if you happen to be a child
that has climbed down my steps
to yell into my body
those echoes will bounce their way
across those vaulted underground ceilings
this happens all the time
my dark tunnels are filled with these sounds

this is how she makes me feel
like i will live forever
like there is nothing that could possibly harm me
like this body will somehow stay so young, so perfect

there are cities growing inside my chest
the cities all look like new york in the fifties
every building is tall enough to touch a cloud
every automobile is a convertible
all the men wear hats and neckties
the women all have beautiful
shapes of color upon them
someone has saved a baby
there is a parade
someone has saved every baby
there is the biggest parade
moving through my streets
the skies explode with ticker tape
strangers kiss on every corner
their kisses are what make me live forever

this is how she makes me feel
like honey and trombones
like honey and trombones


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