Eager
last summer I was dying purpling like a finger wrapped in twine my idiot brain
eager as it still is for divinity nobody noticed my mottled skin the alarm
ringing let the dead bury the dead faith has rules that’s what makes it
difficult a carnival shooting gallery full of ducks with painted targets
the rifle’s bent you win by not pointing it at yourself
I like the life
I have now free as an unhinged jaw but still I visit my corpse and don’t know
what to do seldom have I found something so cherishable a line
begins and never ends I belong to his absence there is so much I need
to ask but he can’t answer with my knuckles in his throat their bruises
their frenzied digging I pull out a handful of pills alchemical the body
becomes a mound of jewels an ancient hunger calls obediently I answer
Portrait of the Alcoholic with Withdrawal
everyone wants to know
what I saw on the long walk
away from you
I couldn’t eat
and didn’t sleep
for an entire week
I can hardly picture any of it now
save the fox I thought
was in the grass but wasn’t
I remember him quiet
as a telescope
tiny as a Plutonian moon
everything else
was wilding around us
the sky and the wind
the riptides and
the rogue comet
blasting toward earth
do you remember this
I introduced myself
by one of the names
I kept back then
the fox was so still
I could have called him anything
Kaveh Akbar founded and edits Divedapper. His poems are forthcoming in Narrative, Boston Review, West Branch, Iowa Review, and elsewhere. A former Poetry Editor for BOOTH, Kaveh now teaches and writes in Florida, where he serves as Book Reviews Editor for the Southeast Review. His chapbook, Portrait of the Alcoholic, is forthcoming in January 2017 from Sibling Rivalry Press. See also KavehAkbar.com.
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