Kirk
Pinho is made in Kirk Pinho’s image.
Kirk Pinho is made in Kirk Pinho’s
image.
On the fifth & sixth days, he
created the chameleon & its stereoscopic vision.
He told the dinosaurs to piss off. He
created the porous ribs, the thorax, the anterior, the bicuspid valve of the
muscle Kirk Pinho once called the heart.
Kirk Pinho is a good substitute for
angioplasty.
His heart is wide for you like a nail
bomb. His heart is wide for you like a nail
bomb.
His heart is wide for you like a nail bomb. His heart is
wide
for you like a nail bomb. His heart is wide for you like a nail
bomb.
His heart is wide for you like a nail bomb. His heart is
wide
for you like a nail bomb. His heart is wide for you like a nail bomb.
He would love to shove his tongue
between the gaps in your teeth.
He would love to pull your pants down
to your knees & fuck you in an alley,
syncopated to a soundtrack of cats
yowling.
The carrion stuck to their gums.
He would love to have the memory of
math.
He would love to be the thumbprint of
himself on a loaded semiautomatic.
He would love to snort coke from the
stretch marks on your stomach, baby.
He would love to see how much light the
stars can rain.
Kirk Pinho speaks for no one but
himself.
He would love you in an alley. He would
love you like artillery.
He would create you, & you would
create him back.
Kirk Pinho received his MFA in poetry from the University of Alabama (2010) and is the assistant editor of a newspaper in Michigan and teaches English at a local community college. His work has also appeared in Tuscaloosa Runs This: An eBook of Tuscaloosa Writers, The Offending Adam, Comstock Review, Hot Metal Bridge, and Copperfield Review, among others.
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