It is immersed in the whole
blackened wildness of night. A revision swallowed in the cinema of hurt. A
sound we know only by stepping through. Like fire scribbling through a cemetery. We run through it as if a
season or a cartoon, our nervous systems exposed. In one of the scenes you can
see our little orange hearts booming. Tiny flares always about to go out. We
stay awake as a way to punish our sketched-out bodies.
Noah Falck
is the author of Snowmen Losing Weight
(BatCat Press), and EXCLUSIONS
(forthcoming from Tupelo Press, 2020). He lives and works in Buffalo, New York.
Find him @nofalck
the Tuesday
poem is curated by rob mclennan
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