On Happier Lawns, V
Love endures like war
A connection I make then let
be unmade Some guy
nodding out in a Starbucks,
severe career advice
from strangers It’s 1pm and reality
is palpable A gun
I leave my DNA wherever I can
and have no opinions to speak of
except when showering
When I was 8 my mother threw
a drink in my face A taste
of blood The clouds were a show
all on their own
From You're Gonna Miss Me When You're Bored (Barrelhouse Books, 2014) by Justin Marks. Copyright © 2014 by Justin Marks. Used with permission of the author.
Justin Marks
Justin Marks is the author of You’re Going to Miss Me When You’re Bored (Barrelhouse Books, 2014) and A Million in Prizes (New Issues Poetry & Prose, 2009), which was chosen by Carl Phillips as the winner of the 2009 New Issues Poetry Prize.
Marks is a cofounder of Birds, LLC, and lives in Queens, New York.