three am monday morning im sure now were losing our mind
how big is your town
i open my fist and
show him
about this big
the brown and yellow
of my glove and the
dried whatever
it looks terrible
i know right
i know
its the same hand i use waving to the departing starry bodies
advice on a napkin they left in a bag i used for school
trust your body to the foxes
i find it years later spilt with grape juice and tobacco
outside my window
a handsome grin
vanishing into the thrushfire
a still twitching
limb in
your
jaws
i open my fist and
show him
about this big
the brown and yellow
of my glove and the
dried whatever
it looks terrible
i know right
i know
its the same hand i use waving to the departing starry bodies
advice on a napkin they left in a bag i used for school
trust your body to the foxes
i find it years later spilt with grape juice and tobacco
outside my window
a handsome grin
vanishing into the thrushfire
a still twitching
limb in
your
jaws
posted by kyle at 8:18 AM
2 Comments:
i like the repetition of "i know right / i know".
"thrushfire" is one of the greatest words. ever.
(did you know that thrush is not only a songbird, but also a disease that festers in the triangular portion of a horse's hoof called the 'frog'?)
Pádraig - Erin's YWAM Belfast friend here. Nice writing man, nice writing. I've always enjoyed the detatched narrative, the inconsequential detail, the very corporeal descriptions of the relationship of body to body in your work. Looking forward to meeting you when you're in Belfast. Travel well.
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