city 129 In this game, you’ve to touch the bottom of a pool then make air before anyone you know is killed. It is accepted during play that the impatient have been verified by god. Pets are allowed but must have left some amount of water in the cupped hands of one who’s been recently alone in a yearless city. Death that occurs from other types of dying will be photographed by the mothers who've yet to kneel before the earliest walker. Scoring is determined by the length of the game. If every mother present has knelt, the deaths can be ignored.
city 128 In a pool made mostly of where a pool should be, we take turns pretending underwater to know how long it took to create time. A baby outside of its mother screams god into a bird forgetting to breathe. Our sisters think they can't sleep.
city 127 We had the child to get the child's attention. We vanished, then, or grew slower than eyesight. When it snows, it snows almost long enough to kill the unfinished ghost of a rare giant. Still, there is a place in hell for every jump scare. Darkness ate me first, says the rock.
for, today
I have all the words that have gone missing to say that I am thankful for being in the August 2021 run of Poem-A-Day at poets.org as guest edited by Kazim Ali
Read the poem here
about the poem:
“I can't speak for all fathers, but my own fathering is littered with necessary and fake finalities. As such, I wrote this poem by hand on a small piece of paper while worrying about the long and short lives of my children. In the spacing of the poem, I tried to honor the little room I'd given myself for its projected concerns.”
city 126 I can't be around people who know how to swim. It's not, I know, the best way to start a city. God wants to be alive all the time. Everything in my body is recent.
city 125 The loneliness they hide in window cleaner. The horse, the puppy, the two churches of thought on thirst. You with your son and maybe a meal. Snowfork. Snowspoon. Every past to become a future he's not in.
FROM 2016 [to all] there is a god but you’ve more than one birthplace [rations] sons gather facts for loss and sons gather facts for loss [swimmer of the blue snow] a bowl of soup bleeds to death in the eatery of my praying hands ~ SOME FORMER CITIES: * city 13 God wasn't there when image called off its search * city 14 A photo eats better than a mirror * city 21 Future is the part of the snake the astronauts eat last. * city 22 Sometimes there is no city because everyone is alive. * city 50 We picked flowers and the elevators stopped * city 51 Some days see us Twice * city 52 I could've been so young *
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