Two Poems

Listen Up   Medusa

 

 

Seduced by your statuesque

hourglassivity   the oracles

 

are all correct   we’d fail

even as tresses   to exist

 

and this icy innuendo

where blades come whetted

 

daily for our splattered

scales   scalding light

 

welling in the cold

as the next of those perky

 

paladins approaches

mirror-toting

 

as we’ve been told

he may   Watch as we act

 

on our own for once

It’ll really fuck everyone   if?

 

when?   reclaiming our limbs

serpentine   prelapsarian

 

we just get up and storm

right out of myth

 

 

 

 

Personal Narrative

 

 

I’ll probably die having worried too much about morals

The ocean harms the moon and the moon

harms us   it’s a simple narrative

 

Except for the way forgiveness evaporates

once so fleshy and red and eager to please

it evaporates   into molecules   into families

 

Then again I rarely agonize over the ocean

possibly dying while it brushes my toes in search of afterlife

as if I were its god

 

 

 

Michael Homolka is the author of Antiquity, winner the 2015 Kathryn A. Morton Prize in Poetry from Sarabande Books. His poems have appeared in publications such as The New YorkerPloughsharesThe Threepenny ReviewBoulevardAntioch ReviewAgni, and Poetry Daily. A graduate of Bennington College’s MFA program, he currently teaches high school students in New York City.

 

 

Issue #64 November 2016
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