for Kazim Ali
pain has no spirit, I am never
so sad
that I can’t
scrape
the neighbor’s
car, probably
you won’t
survive, babies
are all
the same, I recite
what sounds
pretty, it seems
less happens
in the winter, to animals
and bread
‘sister played outside with a broken arm
and the wind turned her into a constellation.’ – Allie Gilles
a piece of ice
in my mouth
I’m kissing
a screen door
in Ohio
eternity
is a doll
reading
a menu, memorizing
a license plate
and doll
the first
eating disorder
in space
the words
I disappear
to say, the circle
I can’t
finish (that devoured
is the mouth
of nothing’s
babe) the knowhow
to inherit
immediacy
I don’t have very long
says the stone / all sadness
recent
AT {isacoustic*}
Leanne Drapeau
the body broken,
poured out. – {from} love has all its teeth intact
/
Adam Hughes
Tonight the fugitive gods limp
away, – {from} Kemper Street Hymns
//
Jon Cone
and the heart-ache
that occupies the land is yours alone in hope. – {from} YOU ARE NOT LATE, IT IS ONLY THE PRELUDE THAT PLAYS
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reviews:
Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly – poems – Darren C Demaree
dream’s oldest pig. stork’s
bucket
of footprints. god
the signal
it sent
pain passes out. boy is almost
body.
the hands
they look
unswallowed
but (dear hate)
I’m the same
person
I always
wasn’t (tree
with frozen
stomach) (the wrong
grave) (movie)
that ended
god
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