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Berrigan I


The Beachcombers


Embarcadero Station









































Berrigan I

 

Shielded from our warmth by the wind
We are anchored in the white of the sky
And meaningless outside
Certain in accidents
A substance of space for space
We are documenting nothing
On the bare floor of your apartment
Pressed inside photos like mirrors
Our codes our wires our hands our distance
Blood is still blood: even in the stillness
Aggravated by the slow of the underground
He marks turned down pages, an ungraceful animal
Illuminated by the night bus
His hooded beard. A bright white jaw

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The Beachcombers

 

rise a filament worn well on a bought
tooth a dog [the shame

the bark the sirening
flash of burnt
metal flushed milk in stones
seabreem thin]

raise spongy voices rich as buttermilk
and swallowed then combed

the wrapping of agate
crowned high on
tin thickening curls all
like tallow

[collapsing gowns ragged the stain sharp the
same shape the same glued

palm sweat length of a plastic toy
gun] ostriched voice
screeching ďI heard them round up glass-

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Embarcadero Station

 

At least half of us understand. Those of us
Aggravated by the slow of the underground
Donít think about her lips, the dead bodies
Buried beneath the bridge in thick columns of cement
Through gusts of dark oceans clipped with green
He marks systems of transit as a replacement
They will never stop lying about the passage of time
Filled with women in the most honest sky. The boys ride
Skies, dear Ted: distance is the substance of space
It was never a jungle anchored in white or green boys
Certain in the accidents of ungraceful animals
She left her babies for an oven, shielded from warmth
                        In the white of the sky. I will never
                        Stop lying, I will set myself on fire

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ANDREA KNEELANDís first book, the Birds & the Beasts is forthcoming from Cow Heavy Books. Her work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, most recently Wonderfort Gigantic, FRiGG, Vinyl Poetry and Barrelhouse. She is a web editor for Hobart.


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