Derek Graf — The Monarch Review
Five Poems – Derek Graf
Sunday, April 2, 2017 12:03 — 1 Comment
IF ANYONE ASKS Drive, he said, pushing his dry fingers inside me, if anyone asks we went for a drive. My uncle ashes his cigarette on a dinner plate, pulls his wallet out of last night’s jeans. Every day I tell myself I will not become him. Drive, he said, throwing my blood-stained shorts in the trash, if anyone asks we went for a drive. LINED UP I remember the row of dolls’ heads lined up on a shelf above a radio he played the whole time. I close my eyes, remember this in a dream, maybe, or […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
