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Alexis Orgera




A return to the screaming wilderness         to the washed out spoon

of land where I first saw the moon              as an absence

even loneliness is not worth the company

of lesser geographies                       was there a place once         on a drifting

ridge between ocean & pine                        where we all moved like tigers

in the insect world     a cockroach is wise    attuned to earth’s

smallest tremors       survival makes me nervous

the cat will fall from the high porch             all his cat-knowledge

unbound          I wake from dreams

& break them into fathoms:  go deep light thing

I’ve named the starlight Rex                        the sunrise Undulate

I’ve paid my bills twice over                        what now but to win the farm,

to cut & blister my wayward hands             nothing but branches

afire    whine of sirens          a sweet lip-language

a denser forest          of preoccupation








I am sitting on a wall watching         I wait with the others

we are all others       bowing into low clouds         

smoke curves my spine through my head    the pavement

a tin whistle                marvel:           I marvel at a door

marking time to a car’s tires                        the skin on our scalps is yet dry

hollow crabs’ claws on a rock nearby         as though a giant

spat them out             spitting sky pieces

like a line at the airport        the preacher’s wife & her children chide me        

with their nostalgic eyes                   a man drinks coffee  

he’s been told that he can heal bodies

with his hands                        mud breaking & falling         marking our age

like ink dripped into a glass of water

what great power the first rain must’ve carried   how it must’ve

altered time   to the  dirtykneeling children           looking up

from their rocks & sticks      an early softness

on their cheeks          who saw god & whose god saw them

how terrifying to know         that each convex drop          

contained their replacement parts  how it must’ve seemed like an ocean          

of amnesia washing over the space             that separated them

from their own absence       



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