RB MERTZ

WITH LOVE

trying to be like Chris & Dan

 

Dear Owner
of sparked car
bodies

spilled, imagine
deer friends
lifting

a kind of friend
held up by
noses/knows

“goat” signifies
the animal
spilt

whose
body violence
against is not

criminal
the Lord says

kill the kid
but for nothing
don’t cut

the contract.
Dear Owner,
I don’t

believe in
ownership.
Let’s carry her

with our noses
no matter how

many it takes,
Look/hear, Hunter,
gunned down

in class
wars

come
up prices go
up kids

slow up in
to soldiers

throw
up or throw

their medals
in congress on
screen

I am living
the payoff
I am living

the payoff
live off my
pay, love,

I will share,
deer like

to share is
to be shared
with or

without

 

imagination I hit
the deer/child

hit, I called my
father I called
the bird

I just left
dear deer,
I’m sorry

I didn’t believe
enough
that your life

was worth my
holiday time my
eyes beheld

the life
I wanted to
bring one

back with
in the normativity
the narratives

fall into
their places
the feelings

fall into
their places
you can

trace the
tracks, Hunter
doesn’t

have a
license to
hunt me

I am not
meat but
fowl

out of
season our
scents

confuse
verses
delight

man-made
unnatural
schools

of fleshes
out of synch
out of

closets thick
winter coats
immobilizing

light cracks
blinds drawn
between

times this
time or the
last time

the dates
line up tin
cans we

whispered
and shot
through

 

RB Mertz is a poet and adjunct in Pittsburgh, PA.

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