:
after all my labor
pleasure arrives
inelegant as ever
secondhand chandelier
onion sound
the gutter that grunts
back at you when you spit
in its mouth
//
even with my hand inside him
he’s somewhere else
//
the shipwreck leaves
the paired animal bodies
floating & bloated with salt
//
everyone drags all their past
lovers into bed
all their past beds
& public toilets & foil pipes
& park benches & cutlasses
& cigarettes
& the deadbolt & the dead
Poetry by sam sax is featured in this week’s PEN Poetry series. Read more here: http://bit.ly/1oC5r8u
Published on June 15, 2016 19:06