Confession
And once I was a millionaire
of river bank and darkened air.
At age of eight I’d contemplate—
not contemplate, but radiate
the dusk of dawn and meditate—
nor meditate, this conjurer—
I’ve grown to be a murderer.
The Elbow Sea
We slept among the sandy caves
of sleep on Slack Jaw Beach.
A marvelous of virgins played
almost beyond our reach.
Us dragged an arm, a leg, along
(just one were given each),
and placed a baby shark upon
each breast to feast on meat.
Matt Dennison is the author of Kind Surgery, from Urtica Press (Fr.) His work has
appeared in Rattle, Bayou Magazine, Redivider, Natural Bridge, The Spoon River Poetry
Review and Cider Press Review, among others. He has also made short films with
Michael Dickes, Swoon, Marie Craven and Jutta Pryor.
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