All for Frances
SUMMER
Joe, when I say I want
to get lost in the green
what I mean is to climb
into the experience…
To grow not up, older,
Sideways but into—
like you grow into a body.
Like Daphne grew into a tree.
FOX
Why should the fox be?
A slip of flash and mud.
Existentially charged
And
Landing with a
Thud!
HE AND I
My body’s grown a tumor.
I’ve given it a name.
One day Bob will kill me.
Isn’t it a shame?
LOVE POEM
Moment to moment
Over and over
Time after time
Again and again
DOG, INFINITY…
On a hill with Blackie
The universe spins around me
In perfect pitch.
The music of the spheres is
Is the sound of
Exploding atoms.
So silent. So still.
Even if I reach for it
My arms are
Miles
Too
Long.
Bionote
Canadian Charles Pinch hold degrees in Art History and Philosophy from McMaster University. Many of his short stories have been published both in print and online. He is co-founder and senior editor of the literary journal Fleas on the Dog. He lives with his boyfriend, writer Nick North in a place that shall remain nameless.
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