XVII
The sky was white A page to be filled The horses that wonder who you are Naïve melody Subtle manipulation The truth completely mediocre I mumble in my sleep, the game is over The contours of a skull and the open womb that is the water My lack of patience for your impatience Unclothed Misunderstanding mine Layer upon layer until it is a song A smile Grand collapse or default behavior The light really messing with my vision My heart shines forward like a fist A love changed I put my best dress on
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Justin Marks’ first book is A Million in Prizes (New Issues Press). He is also the author of several chapbooks, the most recent being Voir Dire (Rope-a-Dope Press). New work can be found in Effing Magazine, Harp & Altar, Raleigh Quarterly, Sixth Finch and Tusculum Review. He is the founder and editor of Kitchen Press Chapbooks and lives in New York City with his wife and their infant son and daughter.