Three Poems//Dalton Day


 

 

 

 

Concerned But Always

 

 

 

I have seen enough feathers today
to build a bird I have seen
enough mountains today to sew a dress
In response to this I have decided to
stay in the South In the
lightning undoing the windows
We can listen to cellos being played
if one of us knows how to play the cello
But look there are insects to
be afraid of With respect There are
bodies with light in them They are
ours And others And fields too They
make me forget how to spell
things Like mouths Look at those
mouths swarming the porch light I
would but you have shoulders
I think I have them too What a planet
or two What’s at stake here is
pennies because the fountain I’ve built
is done I enjoy listening to it
Almost as much as I enjoy listening
to a voice that belongs to you rise out
of your neck And fly out of your
moth Almost as much but not quite

 

 

 

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Wake with the Stitches

 

 

I ignored the clouds today Mostly I ignored them But

the tigers I just couldn’t   With their hysterical bodies

wrapped around my ankles Like tigers And again the

insistent  and  faceless  clouds    Can  you  believe  it’s

already September Or that I was once ready to ignore

clouds  I  didn’t  know  what  else  to  do   Except calm

down   Except live for  a  long  long  time   Such a long

time That I can remember the sun What it looked like

when it finally came through   But you wouldn’t know

What kind of animal ever had teeth like that

 

 

 

 

 

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All the Air

 

 

 

Looking at your digital
face I want you
to look at your digital face

 

I guess I like impossibilities

 

I also like clouds &
how full they are with
geese

 

Show me the science
behind how much
more window I’ve become

 

these past few hundred
afternoons

 

And how gray light shatters
my lonesomeness
with joy

 

Or bends it
with itself into joy

 

Is this a song
or is it a blueprint of your
bird face

 

your uncrushing
dandelion face

 

your impossible face face

 

I like glowing
I also like being awesome
I also like being capable

 

of awe

 

Which I have no idea
how to be

 

But you look like you do

 

Yes I think you do

 

 

 

 

 

 


Dalton Day is a terrified dog person & an editor for FreezeRay Poetry. His work has been featured in Hobart, [PANK], & Banango Street, among others. He is the author of Supernova Factory & the forthcoming Fake Knife. He can be found at myshoesuntied.tumblr.com and tweets at @lilghosthands.