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January 16, 2020 Poetry

Having Been Called Dirt

Joe Betz

Having Been Called Dirt photo

the water’s instant when still
to stagnant, when mosquito larvae pops
into the toad’s pink throat beneath sky
and supermoon

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an ember erupts the leaf pile
smoke as if a gun’s barrel as if

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escape the crack spreading air
stitching o’s in boom

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my father shot meth in the bathroom
brushed teeth with his left hand
loved me

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the moment hand becomes fist as if
knuckles might matter as if
knowledge of a wall’s stud as if

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barn swallows cut the air
drunk with deer blood

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i’m spinning circles in the graveyard
lost as last fall’s breath kissing oaks   
rolling birch bark tender my mind’s fire
in a dog star cold as a sip of pond water

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as if dirt was anything but
as if dirt was anything more

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coyotes in the ribs of coyotes

 

 

image: Aaron Burch


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