Tag Archives: North Carolina

Inner Tubes

the lake my parents live on

looks like the accumulation

of their neighbors dip spit.

a moat surrounding John Deere

tractors, pickup trucks,

lawn signs that read “Thank You Jesus”.

sewage run off carrying

McDonald’s bags and NRA bumper stickers.

 

small wooded islands are interspaced

with the sounds of frogs and Fox News

playing on televisions.

devout naysayers huddle on boats,

sharing stories of one-

sided celebrations with right-

winged viewpoints.

 

if you pray hard enough, drowning

victims will be saved and fish will be caught.

bread will be broken

with those who float

above the deep subaqueous silence.

 

 

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College Hill

Chryste says we are our own planets

inside of a dive bar,

pulling men into our gravitational fields.

but I feel like an astronaut,

invisibly free falling

on the fringes of every celestial body.

I lock eyes with a trail of comets,

ensorcell a protostar,

blush in the presence of a red giant.

in the slow descent,

my beer boils,

forming tiny crystals

that encircle my head.

cosmic rays permanently toxify my body

through string lights and neon signs.

 

I am illumined

or maybe I’m drunk.

Spring Garden

in warmer times we are

overwhelmingly minced up

into large rolling

dew drops gliding

over asphalt and screeching

to a halt with metal

bones and rubber

senses pounding our metal feelings through

glass or air that was once glass until it fell

away from the rusted skin

buried deep inside of a secret

compartment with an unknown depth

 

please open my hood

the light is on again