Four Poems
Thom Waddill
Wind in the ears like / Water ungathering / In and out of baskets.
Wind in the ears like / Water ungathering / In and out of baskets.
The door is broken, the home is not
as we begin to compare our splinters
before our squinting eyes.
I feel sexy / as a sheared sheep
in the mirror the face you see yourself | I’m so fucking good at this | the eye is an aleph and every place is you
what to do with this boyfriend sized chasm?
Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.
you can build the fist into a exclamation point
You’re so beautiful I see that everything is beautiful. A mudslide. A wound. A dead raccoon.
Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself
Run to him,
it urged. Drop to your knees
I am at such peace but I take a beat
to pause, that’s all, to feel so full, hearted, set.
I intimidate men
With my intensity
Please don’t be scared of me
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