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Andrew Brenza


Spools


5

bandages
of snow
battered
blanket
pummeled
sheet
undertow
of oblit-
erating
white
indis-
crimin-
ate drift
stiff
stuff
flooded
coastal
gloom
come to
their single
note writ-
shredded
on waves
of vorti-
cal confetti


9

one mi-
nute mo-
ment be-
(there)for(e)
I must
dally into
another
show-
ered shoe
shaved eye
combed
breath
and neck-
tie lolling
like a
tongue
despair-
ing thirst
I should-
er one mo-
re mi-
nute mo-
ment of s-
unlight on-
e more mi-
nuet of
sun be-
(there)for-
(e) this


33

gravity waves
words make
space sponge-
bent to a figure
of accreted
hands forlorn
behind glass
case centur-
ies after you
called it speech-
growth, but
manageable
only as atoms
flailing goodbye


34

hair wept
its curve
of pro-
teins and
it may have
been a will-
ow tree
in wat-
er's gently
aping cries
but some-
thing pools
to watch
you take
your feet
says I've
enough
of human-
ness shit
and sighs
to put
a mouth
into your
head then
bolts irre-
vocably
into the
extern-
ality of
its leaves


39

name-
less
wa-
ves
of
light
on
thi-
gh's
na-
me-
less
text-
ure
I am
bur-
ied a-
live
in the
bur-
den
of em-
bodi-
ment





Andrew Brenza is the author of Gossamer Lid (Trembling Pillow Press, 2016), a full-length collection of visual, concrete and word-collision poems derived from the 88 “official” constellations of Western astronomy. He lives in New Jersey with his wife and son.
 
 
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