Poetry by Kevin Holden
square garnet faded dream mount / as a tree could unfold in waves
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square garnet faded dream mount / as a tree could unfold in waves
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utterly lifelike threads! so such! utterly! utterly!
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The nightmare is my brother being printed, entering the printer, coming out printed / On a photo that shows his hands facing towards us / As if he were banging on a window, if the paper were a window.
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I have laughed so hard and for so long / at the ceiling that it started to scare me / like the square root of a poppy seed
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And if not lynx by land or lake or aching air / Who is it talking to me here
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Horse loves the beaver and its habit of / reengineering the entire ecosystem. Horse sees in the beaver’s efforts a reflection / of her dreams, her goals, and her work ethic. This is a fiction.
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My mother never left her high school / science class bored to rub one out / in the stall of the girl’s room.
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I know some people walk backwards through their death into the room they left. / Who told them to do that? Nobody.
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I suffer at your hands / and their absence.
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She read for the host / the voice of a person who’d died alone…
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