eyeline / querencia – a poem by Henry Brown

eyeline / querencia

flying far over walls, caught in medias res
eyes bloodshot, wings
..gouged by the edge of a rooftop
windows below whine, turn
..opaque with envy
do the angels still come………………. here ……………loud-shouting the city?

on the table beside me, a cup full of coffee
look down, see the ripple;
………………………..are we still turning up?

the bones in his pocket crack saturday motion
he is pacing; in shy sighs he asks our attention

closer now, bone-crunching glimpses of movement
silica sand centers us, each toe extracts
…………………………………………………………………………………….grains
repent! sheer drop-off, senses serenade insincerely
pristine night, did he want this? will our angel
remind us?

change in direction now,
……………west wind to safety!
we were in the lobby
..of that
giant hotel
in chicago

Sitting face over face in
that kind of
……………stop-motion moment:

remember thou art dust; unto dust thou shalt return!

 

 

Henry Brown is a student and activist with the Democratic Socialists of America at Carleton College, where he is a junior-year Religion major/Spanish minor interested in Christian liberation theology. He is from Austin, Texas, where he is interning for Texas Impact, a progressive interfaith nonprofit. He has published poetry in Eleventh Transmission and his poetry will be featured in the upcoming issue of Bitchin’ Kitsch.

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