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Since its founding in 1966, The Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church has been a forum for public literary events and a resource for writers.
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UNTITLED (LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT)
i keep trying to reconnect with my slutty high school self
but i think all the dick trauma has made this difficult.
i am so turned on by this wall
it drives me crazy
alone in this room
the stupid sea smiles
it was a while before i finally washed my sheets
i wish i could remember
the way
i used to smell
T ..read more
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from SOFT TARGETS
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Into the sheets we slipped, a crisis
affixing us to each other again and again.
Womb was I, turned out.
The babies were a transcript of our making,
a panorama of life on its back.
Thrice I plunked out the humans and hung them to dry
until we’d had enough of such extravagant weather
and lay there thinking of the bed,
how much of life happens there.
At the center of everything the piquant transitory joy
from this even the charred wrecks
even the dahlmers nazis bin ladens all flesh
fleshed out of wild unmanageable Eros
(we’re alw ..read more
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The post Excerpt From SoundMachine (Wave 2019) by Rachel Zucker appeared first on The Poetry Project ..read more
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Revulsion turns
my chest a sweating
candy, sour and
assertive. Each revolution
laying down its stain.
Baby, baby, baby, baby.
A string inside me spoils.
But I have no defense
for what I will do next
and undefended turn
a silver blue. Hiss
and sicken on the bulb.
The hot thud from light
to laptop screen
to window glass.
An irritation set in loops.
I asked myself what did I love.
I loved to make time go away.
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What decade was it, what president was to blame, what conversation tried to avoid the latest cruelty of language, on signposts and then on lips; how fear or rage was like a knob of volume, depending on the circumstances surrounding the shape of every hour of the life, so the adjustments would turn. It was almost too much to calculate. Both doors of their apartments were open and a group wandered towards Berenice’s studio.
“What is Berenice doing now?” someone asked to change the subject looking at a grey cloth draped over a table-top experiment. To kee ..read more