EMILY AS THE SHADOW IN THE CURVE
Perhaps the thousands
of bare acres
between Emily
& my views of Emily
provide no crop
& no cover
from any descending
hawk, because it’s up
to me to earn
the presence
of the light as it bends
to find her,
as it travels to be
curved, to be cupped
by her subtle warmth
& since that process,
like all processes
is seasonal,
there will always be
times like this,
where I can only
dream of Emily,
the stalk of her
reaching towards
what I always imagine
to be me as her
common, loving cue.
EMILY AS THE FIRE BURNS THE WALL
Tucked to combust
between
the floor
& the wall, I don’t
remember
the red I followed
to the gasoline
I followed to get here,
nose to nose with the arson
of my muddy,
urban heart,
but I do remember
she wore a yellow dress
that danced
while she stood still
enough to
be taken in a light wind
that I could swear
was singing my name.
EMILY AS SHE LEAVES THE SAME
It’s different to lie
down
& wait to be loved
by a person
that likes to drink
when she leaves
the house,
because she can’t
drink when she’s in
the house
& because she wants
to be a good person
that helps other people
in their recovery
she can’t bring herself
to touch the body
of the recovering
when she returns
from drinking, which
is what she
always does when
she leaves the house
& when she returns
there cannot be love,
because people
that want to be good
people never double
down on their mistakes
& she knows that if
she rubs tequila breath
into my thick flank
or her incredible breasts
that she’s spilled craft
beer on all over me I will cum
in a way that makes me
wish she would have
never asked me to quit
drinking in the first place.
Bionote
My poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, New Letters, Diagram, and the Colorado Review.
I am the author of six poetry collections, most recently "Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly" (2016, 8th House Publishing). I am the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry.
I am currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with my wife and children.
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