— i know flowers to be funeral companions
Etel
Adnan
that we teach ourselves
how to die
in the shadow of any ordinary thing
say
a bouquet of white and blue
paper flowers
pinned to the wall
beneath two make-shift
picture frames
that even as it decays
as the paper browns along its edges
collecting dust as it turns
from eggshell blue to a duller color
still holds
the memory of its occasion and the labor
of its folding
in the same way
the body breaks down
something intangible
that refuses
to be something other
than decay
or rather
that this refusal is simple
our extinction
written in the hand
or glance across a room
in which the memory of movement
itself so transitory
knowing that not only your presence will dissolve
but the room itself
will collapse
first the windows or the walls
leaving the space open
to whatever animals may enter
tentatively
at first
as they move through this space
that still holds a trace of our presence
Joey Yearous-Algozin is the author of A Feeling Called Heaven (Nightboat Books), Utopia, and the multi-volume The Lazarus Project, among others. With Holly Melgard, he has co-authored a trilogy of books: Holly Melgard’s Friends and Family, White Trash, and Liquidation. He is a founding member of the publishing collective, Troll Thread. He lives in Brooklyn, NY.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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