Today's poem is by Derek Mong
To Assemble This Poem Properly
begin from above. The first line wrote itself
Can you feel now a dull tug on your pant leg?
The poem strips them off like spare parachutes.
like guardrail reflectors. Leave silence
Whatever small truth the poem hurtles toward
and stop breathing. Watch it rain down
from the margins, you alone can warm
beneath the voice that trails you.
The seamless transfer of two people
successfully ends. In another these couplets empty
back up to the start. From there you see its finale
You'll soon crash through a tenth story window.
See its thousand shards glint at your feet.
in eraser. Your entrance refills with its cloud.
You have shadows within shadows.
Watch their dark mouths briefly glisten
between them like warm loaves of bread.
is already in your pockets. Release it here
like disco ball light. If a story comes in, cold
its feet. To do so you must hold it
You offer the one it becomes on the ground.
humming is one scenario in which the poem
and you are a diver climbing their cool tubes
clearly, but do nothing to alter its course.
Do not worry. The poem's safe.
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Copyright © 2023 Derek Mong All rights reserved
from Lords of Misrule editors: Rebecca Lauren & Henry Israeli
Saturnalia Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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