Tag: Poems

The Heart as a Stag Torn Apart by Hounds

a heart is not a

way to tame something fierce

when I was young

a pack of wild dogs ate

the livestock at my school

even taking with them

the llama that spat in my eye

one cold morning

your mother is back in town

leaving notes in paint chips

about love and other demons

I have been waiting

for the right moment to collapse

in a room without men

days when

something other than self-importance

became big enough to swallow

you never asked to whom or what I belong

which is for the best because the answer

is nowhere near the surface

my heart is an animal

bolting at the slightest disturbance

when it is dark

I send prayers to the forest

and yearn for a being

I do not know

Artemis, cast into shadows,

had a twin brother

who became the sun

became a reminder

of how to hide

love from a man

Thinking of You at 2 AM

Thinking of You at 2 AM

 

The stove clock is still off by an hour

despite the fact that it’s been a whole week

since daylight savings time.

A baby water moccasin darts

across the foot of God without much thought.

This is still a city. Where your arms meet my waist.

Where the river bend meets a bus station.

In my dreams, you are pressed against my back. Loving me fiercely.

The past is a shroud I carry through wet southern streets.

It’s not you that needs letting go.

When you speak the world is still.

When you speak the restless brambles bend back.

I am the god of war. Even if that war is me.

You have to keep me at the right distance.

Which is unfair. A bit like heaven if you ask me.

Is this a test? Sometimes I wonder

what’s between the teeth of knowing.