Love Poem
They had deployed their love
often with unknown purposes in many
places.
‘Once’ after leaving
she looked around her shoulder
through the back screen door to see shuddering
the Birch bending from side to side and he
with a musket at his shoulder taking aim at a turkey-buzzard in the tree.
And the limbs and broad shoulders of the Birch now
dusty blonde and still
sunny as he held himself there blurred.
Later they had
a conversation about it
again
strewn around a fit
of other gifts.
Threads
A past that is fabricated from someone else’s common anxieties you think you both share you’ve both
wove or are weaving it with certain
hopes now you see in the form of great luminous
diamonds that reflect you and her or him/her or her/him back into
an image of wings now
great
luminous black
feathers fall off and grow out continuously
from time to time
it’s like something
you whispered once in a prayer
you imagined someone else saying
on the bus
it is something about someone else
mouthing something you both
share that after looking away
brings you soon
back to it
again and again, the way
another mouth moves inside
your own suddenly—‘the tide was
groaning, its joys
even if momentary
caught the sun and shone
bright in such a common
sea.’
Erik Pecukonis is a writer and musician living in Baltimore City, Maryland. His work has been featured in What Weekly, NEBO, Stylus, Welter, and Artichoke Haircut. He studied English at the University of Maryland, College Park.
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