I expected the darkness
mid-revision, full of hints and pretty visions
fire-singed and thinned.
Whoever said getting older
to clear what can’t be cleared. I’ve started drinking
draining one thing, filling another, sometimes
the bullfrogs. No one keeps score
but the winners know—I touched
her pinkest helmet for luck.
And the warp of shadow.

I mean the tender
for you to take home, for you to
feel known and divided by fifty-six
millioned panes more and
there’s more that’s the formless
from the mind’s mud-gas
gushing like lust from the tank. I’ve dug
in the terroir-based knowledge,
like mass: all ritual & communion.
Outside, the sky, a soi-distant
dickhead before the walls of Jericho
and the warp of shadow.

[Amanda Hawkins, Dylan Weir, Lillo Way, Lyn Lifshin, Nicole Stockburger, Owen McLeod, David Rivard, Gerry LaFemina, David Rivard, Carl Dennis

Amanda Hawkins, Dylan Weir, Lillo Way, Lyn Lifshin, Nicole Stockburger, Owen McLeod, David Rivard, Gerry LaFemina, David Rivard, Carl Dennis]