Adam Tedesco

Squeezing a spine
until my hand tires
I confuse the names of books
their authors with insects

Driving toward a cabin
in the northern forest
the color of earth emerges
as everything dead
coagulates on the tongue
a landscape of worms

I confuse the years for oil
a great melt
the long reign of lemons
to come when we return

In each new sun a matrix
of chemicals reborn
confusing memory of faces
with knowing closeness
and what things have burned
from scent alone

The confusion of silence
breeds a mineral youth
the heavy work
of salt and bodies

There is a grass here
like my father and I
filled with whispering

Eggs like withered fruit
make the sound of skin
pulled from ripe meat

We forgive each other
for ourselves that thunder
confused for crystal
grown inside the bones

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Adam Tedesco is a founding editor of REALITY BEACH, a journal of new poetics. He conducts interviews and analyzes dreams for Drunk In A Midnight Choir. His recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Funhouse, Fanzine, Souvenir, Cosmonauts Avenue, Hobart, Plinth and elsewhere. He is the author of several chapbooks, most recently HEART SUTRA (REALITY BEACH), and ABLAZA, forthcoming from Lithic Press.