Adam Tedesco

A family of horses inside a poem
about a tree bent towards light
is learning to rewrite
what could happen

what the bomb undoes

A peacock feather sways near an open window
A hand rakes across brush bristles at deafening volume

I lose my ability to love
unconditionally watching
House Hunters International

Someone is painting a paddock full with horses
That someone imagines maggots
dripping from the handler’s hand

into the clear coolness
of the waters
they bring us to

Someone learns that what we hate
is this power we want

all to ourselves
simpler now
that we are less
of what we were

The sun is a lion feeding us meat
I walk to you across its breath
confusing the scents of food and waste

In the tree’s shadow
I feed you

the meat of your body
imagining a time
when nothing’s left

I stroke your mane then
change the channel

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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.