There are words / / like: lividity / / for every step of the way / the body / / of
hypothetical offspring would putrefy— / / The way moths are breeding moths behind
amber bales of hay— / How they wait to devour / / the simulation / / of youth
& sunshine / in what remains of your French braid. / / Rorschachedshadowland
apparitions of the butterflies / you called: flutterbys/ /as an child, gone / /
since 1986 / / in the sense of the seven / years it takes our bodies to
replace marrow— / / Unremembered as ice cream stains on a yellow Easter dress
/ partitioned into dishrags / / & acerbic kindling—
*
from
“elsewhere”
And
I/d like to videotape this honeybee / in the hospice / /
of our windowsill— / / The accordion pulse of his torso—
/The Saigon ceiling fan flutterings of spastic opal wings—
/ / But there/s no dancing vacancy of snow / left on what/
s left / / of twelve recordings of us—/ Analog formats of tape long since discontinued. / / And
I can/t bring myself to replace / / softer versions of us /
outside New Orleans before the flood, hoarding / / plasma
from mosquitoes / in
a rusty pickup / / long since converted to scrap metal— / / Reborn as knives to puncture the very
nourishment dormant
/ in the bodies we make love with. / / Call us: stardust. / / Wormfood. /
/ Starfood. / / Brainless invertebrates / / won/
t make it thru mahogany. / It/s the tiny things that thrive everywhere within us / / who will
devour what/s let of us// when the world without us / wakes up
for work / / without a hiccup.
**
Scott
Alexander Jones is the author of a collection of poems: “One Day There Will Be Nothing to Show
That We Were Ever Here” (Bedouin Books, 2009). He holds an MFA from The
University of Montana and was Writer-in-Residence at The Montana Artists
Refuge during October of 2009. He is co-founder of the literary journal Zero
Ducats and releases music as Surgery in the Attic.
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