is there a path
my mouth
didn’t take
does birth
adopt
the poolside
language
of a signature
absence
is god
a swimmer
a talker
are there
hobby coffins
for nesting
dolls
can we
(kiss
permission
to report
sightings
of uncommon
roadkill
and
or
to estimate
multiple
longings
if caught
early,
sickness will erase the body’s memory of dying.
(late,
will make
from god
a trapped
ghost
what is hunger but looking at the shape your mouth didn’t bring? what is the past, the present, the future
but glue stick, puberty, grief
god but the nothing
my hair
does at night
i.
for every balloon animal
you finish
after stepping
on a nail
a child
will live.
ii.
tug my arm gently. complain
five times
to a starfish.
Build Yourself A Boat
Camonghne Felix
Haymarket Books, 2019
~
I didn’t know art could do this. Do these. As in, I didn’t know a vision could project itself as singular and, with that projection, distract its own shape long enough to give periphery a stomach. Camonghne Felix is an asker and a teller. A thinker one rethinks so that one might get the chance to pose the same question a second time. How was fire born? Fire was born plural. Is nostalgia real? The aftermath of origin is real. Can you describe embodiment? Description is alone; description cannot swim.
Not my answers. Build Yourself A Boat is a book that marks its words and comes back for them.
~
reflection by Barton Smock
~
book is here:
https://www.haymarketbooks.org/books/1274-build-yourself-a-boat
