SOMETHING LIKE A WING

One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
room for a week: Knowledge diminishes me.

He sits by the window looking into the world’s vague and proximate
mouth. Insects and jewels make the same noises.

Once they brought him a radio. He caught pneumonia from it.

He sits at the kitchen table facing the kitchen wall chewing and
swallowing.

Something in his head like a saw strokes something in his head like a
wing.

 

 

 

Robert Clinton’s book of poems Taking Eden was published by Sarabande Books. His poems have appeared in Hanging Loose, Prairie Schooner, Ploughshares and The Atlantic, among other periodicals. He has been a Fellow at the MacDowell Colony and has an MFA in creative writing from Goddard College.

 

 

Issue #65 December 2016
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