Ended as to
en-dead
to close a
life.
What then
opens after?
A
supernova’s proof
loosed
throughout
the
interstellar medium
like a spate
of words
populates
the comment
thread
of one body
politic
or another.
+
A mirrored
door
conceals an
unknown
organizational
fold
behind the
known, or
what we want
to see.
+
In the space
between
the road and
the curb
in the space
of memory
an arm of
husky shadow
lifts off,
up into the sun
as my father
dispatches
a
rattlesnake’s head
from the rivulet
of its body
with a
shovel.
+
Orpheus, too
lost his
head
and went on
uncoiling a
rope
of
expletives
anyway.
James Meetze [Metz] is the author of three books of poetry, including Phantom Hour and Dayglo, which was selected by Terrance Hayes as winner of the 2010 Sawtooth Poetry Prize, both published by Ahsahta Press. He is also the editor, with Simon Pettet, of Other Flowers: Uncollected Poems by James Schuyler (FSG, 2010). He lives in San Diego, where he teaches creative writing and film studies at Ashford University and, with Ken White, writes for film and television.
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