1/16/15

Nick Sturm

SEA BREEZE

Skin is tears, it says in my sleep, & I’m touching every book
Or at least that’s how it feels, like bass fishing. Like bass fishing.
There’s a song, “Summer Breeze,” but no I won’t do that.
Anything else, or debt. The view from the garden rains less & less
In the painting. There is no clarity & I dim the lamp
To strain the whiteness of my screen, my diamond.
At the party there’s a feminine allegiance, & we party.
I’M A MATURE PERSON, BUT MY FANTASIES
THEY’RE TOTALLY UNBALANCED.
I spill Lacroix on my exotic nature. Everything else,
Or bored. The cruelty fucking sings to me. Fucking
Vapors sing. A soft taco supreme. & whatever
Else, these marks, vast orange libraries of but no
I won’t do that. What’s in this duffle bag
Makes me feel fine, & I drag it through the parking lot
Singing, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.



Nick Sturm is the author of How We Light, from H_NGM_N BKS, as well as a number of chapbooks including, with Wendy Xu, I Was Not Even Born (Coconut) and, with Carrie Lorig, Labor Day (Forklift, Ohio). Poems have appeared in Black Warrior, Typo, jubilat, PEN, Sixth Finch, and Best American Nonrequired Reading 2014.

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