No More Poems Involving Hearts
A diet of oak bark does not make
plaque from initials or a raft
ready to shed you. You are that song,
the one that pries ladders open
like a maw, the one that clutches
bouquets of suicide; ask her or him
what is the body count today?
No More Poems Involving Ghosts
Eventually, you become abandoned,
stumbled upon by neighborhood children.
What will you tell the one
that musters enough courage
to cross the threshold, fortify herself
on your stoop until you return
whatever it was that you swallowed;
the squeaky pottery wheel
never gets the grease.
J. BRADLEY is the author of the graphic poetry collection The Bones of Us (YesYes Books, 2014), with art by Adam Scott Mazer and the forthcoming prose poem chapbook, It Is A Wild Swing Of A Knife (Choose the Sword, 2015). He is the curator of the Central Florida reading series There Will Be Words and lives at iheartfailure.net.
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