BAR FIGHT #2
Only because I felt like it—the
ashtray kid with seven hearts
cocked. Lit up and clockwork.
A face across my face.
My hands across your face.
Your ex-girlfriend
adjusting her wig at the bar.
Like clockwork. Part mutilation.
Part victory. Part garden.
Like the apology of a city
in your hands and
across my face.
JOHN BERRYMAN DRUNK DIAL
No,
this is not that dream—
air slams air
& the author
he laughs &
me,
my smile gets smashed
::
No,
I’m not
falling
I’m not
nearly high enough
VALENTINE
All expectations
drum roll
and meridians
I am
scared sacred
having nothing
to prove
to no
one waiting
for what
is not
gone to
go off
and on
until the
sun catches
me crying
the light
sees me
singing the
phonebook to
me myself
this freak
an accident
a heart
of hearts
Ben Kopel’s Victory is forthcoming from H_NGM_N.
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