Stirring : A Literary Collection

kris t. kahn


this is a poem about
the Picasso & the shame
& the concrete confines of
a bunker.  this is a poem
written twenty stories below a city
in the throes of September,
before the clematis has bloomed,
before the paint has dried,
before the wounds have fully closed.

this is a poem about breath &
dirt, about what is unspoken
& what is heard.

in this poem we know all the answers,
the connotations & denotations,
the mistranslations.

this is a poem about Right Now.

this poem is both
the obelisk & the sky it always bothers,
the grey buildings rising phallic
against an unwavering horizon.

this poem is wearing all white &
is lighting a candle with shaky hands.  it is
hiding within the bravest of all hymns.

this poem is a metaphor & it is on Fire.

this is a poem about psychology
& the inequities we suffer
each time we turn on the tv.

this is a poem about the sweep of hand
over torso as the sun deftly rises.
this is a poem about penetration,
about receding
into cells blackened by need
& telling them
shh! this is a poem about
screaming a lover's name
into a glass of cheap gin &
being able to decipher
between taste,
smell & the feel
of him smashing sweetly in
to wide
mouths, hips --

this poem has two hands &
ten fingers & is
running them across the
bodies & the rubble,
making one last attempt
to remember

that includes

Date of Birth: 07/17/79
Location: New Jersey
Publications: The 2River View, Naked Poetry, The Cortland Review, etc.
Chapbook: The Gospel According to Thomas
Editor of: Sometimes City

Stirring : A Literary Collection

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