Today's poem is by DJ Dolack
January
The pistol-clean mouth
is oiled and you will marrynext winter.
Here is a winter
a meter, warmpocketknife dull
in the pocket
for your pearl fingers.For the pearl-
fingered:
I don't know howto put this.
Snow showing the air.
A shovelripping into
a patch of ice,hacking through it.
Divisive wind
you don't dare thinkhas a place. The weight
you carry
until what you ask foris there: your name
inked on some pulp,pressed into plastic,
settled into boneand you look up
and think
these hands
thesehands, and
say it aloud.
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from Whittling a New Face in the Dark
Black Ocean
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