By Daniel Grigg
: or : wedding poem
in which the Fiancé
tells me how they drink coffee from saucers
in France—that’s interesting.
Now kiss yr dumb husband.
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What did you say?
I said I heard the sound
of the river and the
creeks and the hurricanes;
they sounded like breaking bones.
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how long I have lived with eyes wide blind,
life in the forest, save for the trees.
& why could I see sun spots? & will-o-the-wisps,
& naïve angst, o deformity— god, to think I would have scrubbed you out!
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quiet hums of yesterday float rudely close to my hand
I try to sing the song you taught me without letting the sun claim you-
even though the thought ran out long ago
do you know every concern I’ve cast in your direction
now that you’ve surpassed them all?
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based upon your form
undetectable (due to light absorbed),
alternating shudders combine their rumblings to misinterpret distance
in the trembling, covetous dream-
sadder shades of red melt, then coagulate within an intentional withdrawal
perceptions of precedence confuse the order
(we distribute biblical blame accordingly)
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cliffs run perpendicular to foaming sea
you fly overhead; twisting with low hanging mist, hidden among scattered
herds
can freckled hills recover your nestled cheek?
I turn,
your silken hair flows in still waters; collected by the pockets
of a greener valley
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My mom was yelling,
But somehow thought the stairs
Would hold her secrets.
The single syllable that comes before a stifled cry
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My love, I held you in the morning fascism.
Ate some drugs, my ba - la - loon. Hey Magyar.
Now when I say you’re a champagne socialist—
shoulda known you was tweaked, with eyes
the size of dinner plates. Bog people rise out
of the earth : young Stone Age king denuded,
muscles parasite the body. Watch 100 angry beetles
devour this man’s shaft!
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