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2 POEMS Derek JG Williams
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REINVENTING HUNGER skewered by spear to asshole the hog turns its fat twists over the spit hisses
that's how I did it the hurt slow waiting done be free to eat
__ DESERT GARDEN You return: black-spined shock of Devil Cholla, of betrayal shot through with venom. More mortar down my crooked teeth, choke on the grit, and spit it out. I didn't know until now.
In the desert garden Owl Eye, Sharkskin Agave, a dull glow The cactus bit by jackrabbit splits,
The heart hoards its losses, remembering each sacred place— hoping they'll become
I poke grief's cool, grey coal, turn it over. its fire hidden. Doubt, I want to be aches from seeing too far,
The pomegranate seeds I want to burst. They grow here too that lives by this heat.
__ "...time's passage allows us to see change, but a poem's chronology forces us to see repetition: lyric time is not progressive but fragmentary and recursive." —Paisley Rekdal, from "Nightingale: A Gloss" |