Today's poem is by Jason Gordon

I can throw a pumpkin full of explosives
       

into the kitchen.

I can crush a cube of frozen paint thinner in my hand,
lay down on a domino the size of a mattress.

I can rip apart the garden shears
like a wishbone—

angels bouncing between spark plugs,
smoke doing its rain dance around the room:

no one will notice.
The sun is a junkie's eyeball and

rats stampede through the neighborhood.
I play chess against myself.

Every black pawn I take
I have to swallow.

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