New Poem up at The Iowa Review
Don't Ask Me Where The Dream Went Because It Never Spoke To Me Again
You are a car, you are
a hospital,
a hospital,
warm lights
at the edge
at the edge
of a deathless
highway.
highway.
You are a truck
stop, a star.
stop, a star.
You are water,
an engine
an engine
pulled out
from a car
from a car
and laid out
on a mountaintop
on a mountaintop
in a heatwave
in the middle of summer.
in the middle of summer.
Compression, you are
death, benevolence
death, benevolence
the blue of the moon
hovering over
hovering over
the forest.
A child
A child
fevered and loved
down to essence,
down to essence,
a silvery cream
like substance.
like substance.
Rabbits and endless
land
land
a gun,
loaded.
loaded.
You are a town
in the south
in the south
abandoned.
You are sweet
You are sweet
coma,
the godly
the godly
swamp
of overdose.
of overdose.
A boy on silver
motorbike
motorbike
racing through
the locked
the locked
wooden closets
of his childhood.
of his childhood.
You are a girl
in a yellow dress
in a yellow dress
walking through a field,
humming. You are
humming. You are
a strong god-like
medicine
medicine
administered
by the nurse’s sweet hand.
by the nurse’s sweet hand.
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