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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.
The city is a kind welcome
of fire It's on fire
I tell you not making sense
in the usual sense of the word sense
but a meteor’s bloom
The bad guys rehearsing
their latest number—
high kicks and all—the good guys watching
videos of unrest in real time
The way you high-fived me
I thought we'd have sex
Such excitement negates the self
All the cops standing still
The mask we wear is assassination
You're cutting out
I live in New York City and a horse
goes clopping by my window.
Then I don’t
hear the horse anymore.
have been broken.
I lie in bed and pretend
to sleep. On occasion
I see babies sleeping,
little ones lying
The dots are on order Cops patrol
the larger subway stations
on segways Nobody
gets out of the way Yesterday
I had a colonoscopy which required fasting
for 40 hours and taking so much laxative
I shat water Now my body is clean
I'm cleansed and have the opportunity
to put only good things in To start again
But I can't shake this shadow I call it death
Love so strong I can hardly
function Every fight my wife and I have had
or will Why we can't
love each other like we used to