By: Daniel Grigg
how long I have lived with eyes wide blind,
life in the forest, save for the trees.
& why could I see sun spots? & will-o-the-wisps,
& naïve angst, o deformity— god, to think I would have scrubbed you out!
o darlings : small sonata
swimming like UFOs across my skies : dashed before my eyes!
now I curate & multiply you, though I am no quarterback.
the love I want to give you is relief:
I’m being real here— o precious cosmic miscreant,
o garam masala: when you cut your Jesus hair
& poured my wine,
on this magnified shine of night,
o Xanax, o post-punk dread,
o summer sweat, o little wretch
& leave of absence & king of pain:
now You also are my responsibility.
I contagion you, I venom you & cry you out.