And so you are sad trash,
so too am I splattered through
a narrow hall. You could say
we were both born from the
guts that know what they know
because they were stung by song.
I’ve been stuffed most my life.
My heart vast. My pain square.
If I can’t love you, you
thing of speed and abundant poverty,
my broken boy tightrope, I will
do what does not feel right.
I’m sorry anybody dies. Still,
I promise there is somewhere
free of waiting to become anything.
I hope you change and know
you won’t. So what. At least
we had a good time being born.
Ben Kopel lives in New Orleans, Louisiana. He is the author of a chapbook, BECAUSE WE MUST (Brave Men Press), and his full-length collection,
VICTORY, is forthcoming from H_NGM_N Books in Spring of 2012.
Matthew Suss lives and breathes in Amherst, Massachusetts. It came from Maine.