Mitchell Glazier | Poetry

MARLBORO MAN

Bad moon, blue daddy.
…………Nothing the ripple can’t eat.

…………The pain goes blonde.
My skin silvers.

Normal birds beak this dream,
…………deep in the worried rib of elm.

…………These are the woods
I think of now.

I thin gin, slip on
…………the night’s pale bodice.

…………The boys are dressed
in bonelight. They sing.

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TANGERINE

A blur of gauze
in the native mouth.
Drops of lavender
hush the sheets.
Where’s my mind?
Curtained, squirming.
Forgive your dead.
A woman screams at the bottom
of a water glass. A locust purrs
at the center of the world.
And the bluish swarm
of boys in summer,
cherry-glossed.
Their jowls cast in amber.
Let them go.
Their priests asleep in the black lake.

Mitchell Glazier was born in Martinsburg, West Virginia in 1995. His poetry has been nominated for a 2018 Pushcart Prize & has appeared in The Adroit Journal, on the Editors’ List for the 2015 & 2016 Adroit Prize for Poetry, Dialogist, Tinderbox, Hobart, and Interim. He is an MFA candidate at Columbia University.

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