D. C. Porder


are you the wind?


at sunny midnight
                               we stuffed pockets with tough
thoughts. breathed remedies
               up
our noses. doctored
                              grief into grins. what

happened to
                              the tram?

       sea geography
mapped in windows.
                              how                many        omens
blinked off? i think
we built                     the island
               to prove we
existed.

               may the proof
                                                       cut out
the phrases that freeze

my fingers
               over the keys, shake
                              the syllables dry and dispel
their spellings. i want what

               swallowed

your summer. a police van
                                             lingering so long i thought
it was a life.

                                             i want the bridge.
remember your broken suicidal
soliloquy?
                                             you killed me
in that naked water.

how could you never leave? please

return.

                please un-fill

this mouthful of
                               spaces



D.C. Porder studies writing at The New School. You can spy on him here.

 
 
 
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