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The CarpenterYou start the table with planks of cedar piled high beside your workbench,The Carpenter
select the youngest, the least brittle.
Though you’ve been taught to avoid those with knots (you call them eyes), you often choose them nonetheless, drive nails through,
as though to blind them.
You lay board across board, pound spikes into the young wood, test weight, check balance— peering down the length of the frame, ear to the wood as though to hear its slowing pulse.
You brace the final board, thorn the end with finishing tacks, stain
by ~AskTheGods
Pinata PalaceO Piñata Palace, what do you wear when you go out at night with the shop lights? How do you comb your brightly colored hair to prepare for dinner dates and bar fights? Looking out the glass bruises of your eyes, what streetcars, what streetwalkers do you find? For now, the dew pools, the Texas heat dies, deep wind hums for trombone players gone blind. Austin loves you, dear Piñata Palace. They watch you as your mouth swings shut at nine, as the children turn their backs on your face. You are their favorite hipster with a sign— On sale: America’s last direction,Pinata Palace
by ~AskTheGods
Toward Chattanooga with...Heat vents burn our knees, sun gathering on the hood. We talk like mothers about children. The thing about entropy is, he says, but doesn’t finish. There’s a scarf in the back seat his mother made for me.Toward Chattanooga with...
Night swells. I used to think everything held us in cupped hands,
like a mother. Everything was clean, anonymous as morning air.
We slip into the city like an arm into a blazer. The streets curl up at our feet and purr.
We dive into streetlights, neon bar signs, bodies of people swaying with the logic of taken steps. Mothers, painters, custodians, pu
by ~AskTheGods
Six Months Just Flew ByArriving, it craned the swanlike necks of clocks back over their shoulders. Cars crept under it, stroked by its wingtips.Six Months Just Flew By
No one had ever seen six months half as slender or as humbling. Teenagers with skateboards sexed and burned it with their cigarettes. Mothers and lawyers straddled it for sport.
Like a refugee, it fed on them, hungering forward into the arms of days. It rolled over bikes and shrubs and twenty-somethings,
reached as a child might, discovering clouds.
Once, I saw in the clo
by ~AskTheGods
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Among the BranchesI look out the window,Among the Branches
to the trees near the slender
beginning of the grove.
Several branches have fallen
from last night's storm. Their white bark rises from
the earth, each branch
on the ground lies in a pattern. Some are twisted words,
others a simpler line.
And so I find you in bed,
your legs bent at angles under the sheet.
I follow the arc of your thigh to your stomach, where one
of your hands rises
and falls with your breath.
The other stretches across the bed
to an empty pillow
by ~DavidJarvis
The ImprintThe mattress creaks as your figure leaves. You've shut the door and locked me out Of your life and all the possibilities that we've shared.The Imprint
Do you remember what it was like to hold me After endless hours of passion?
Do you remember what it's like to feel? The sweat on your face and the shadows we made in the dark were ours.
Ours alone.
Now all that's left of you is the shape left on this box of springs and cloth. Who would have thought love left shapes so cold. If I lay just right, I can lay how you did, The night you walked away.
by ~EternitybySeconds
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- Current Residence: Masaryk University, Brno, Czech Republic
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