Three Poems
Bryce Berkowitz
And somehow I’m supposed to get dressed in the morning / when most days arrive like a gold chain tangled in black chest hair.
And somehow I’m supposed to get dressed in the morning / when most days arrive like a gold chain tangled in black chest hair.
You will etch your name in the most lunar dust. This world / may be large enough for none of us, saddest darling.
It’s simple, really. / You, like the other yous / are gone, returned to the God of metals.
After being hospitalized in 1968 / for an aortic aneurysm, Rothko’s doctor / prescribed that he only paint and draw / on mediums less than three feet tall.
And what is essential for me to believe is that / the plants themselves were changed by Joan, / that bathing with her in the light and fragrance
spirits in the trees / hush love hush love / go’on fly home
It’s bronzy August and I need this to be all over. / Most of my poems are shaped like crows, / so what’s eating you?
A man spills a red solo cup down my shirt like hands. Hands bury in my skin. The speakers bury in my skin. I have never felt farther from the sky, or from my own spit.
every great sadness has occurred because someone / decided fate with their bare hands.
my body is an american / casket, shove the corpses / through my eyesockets til they spill / from my mouth
When my children walk by, it will be like looking into the sun. Your children will have to bow their heads. My children’s eyes will be the color of electric blue icebergs.
I want to walk in where I walk in & not think about me or you or anyone else we know—I want my recycling to be perfect.
my angst is still young / and highly flammable / something interrupted / meant to be read out of order / one chord change to another
You halt the flow of traffic in a crosswalk to retrieve a fallen penny, / cheer your good fortune, and whisper: landmine.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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