Poem
Kind Permission
Almost tonight, let’s not and say
we did.
I used to be a slightly handsome
boy, then
this happened. . . .
Poet’s Sampler: b: william bearhart, introduced by Natalie Diaz
Because two brothers make a
body where none existed
God drew two bodies as one
went crooked . . .
My Somniloquist
I can’t paint your image, it’s the image every portrait
mourns. It’s the art we still dream once was.
To Tell of Bodies Changed to Different Forms
In the market of ideas, of meat
—in the teeth of need—you
will never be happy with
your body—it is not the right
body . . .
Poem of My Humiliations
After the salt feast, I watched a bird peck at another bird who was already dead. . . .
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The word saudades cannot easily be translated. Our mother & i translate Brazilian poetry, & when we come to the word saudades we hesitate. . . .
Excerpt from ‘How They Fall / Like That’
Who are all these people
that have doubled,
scanning in all these
old photographs
we can ploy them off . . .
Three Poems
A coastline, a transitional place
bears evidence of others
dwelling:
a house pit in the shape of a
nest . . .
Three Poems
Folk songs of sexual violation. Move the furniture around. The knife always hanging there. In this case it’s just a metaphor. . .
Excerpts from ‘Illuminations’
What we say is where we say.
What we say is how we say,
What we say is why we say.
What is said fluctuates. . . .
Two Poems
You don’t have to pay taxes on your feelings. You don’t have to fill a bucket with snow. You don’t have to carry the bucket from Aunt Clover’s. . . .
Two Poems
Can’t submerge this dirigible
below the floor itself, cold wood
cheek-pressed and so hard,
hard like anything else you
might have wished for . . .
Two Poems
The past was different.
We lived in a loud place.
There was light sometimes
and water in a jar. It was
always late
and everybody breathed . . .
The Films of Tony Scott
hould a secretary sleep inside of Tony Scott? The biologist attends in him—why not?—as an arch attends upon opponent necrochemistry . . .