Poem with Tiramisu, Sibling Past Thirty-Eight by Jon Riccio
Poetry | We eat at Olive Garden after learning if our father / had stronger kidneys a portion of his intestines
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What of the fisherman skulks / in your heart? / What husks of hull sit rusting / ironed dull by sea over / sand over sea?
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In a bathtub / rimmed in lime / basil salts, I take / a spoon
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I used to sew / along the edge of my body / – to interrupt / the Mare unraveling / my stitched skin. […]
There are two elements: / The voice and the wilderness of / Ocean — both thoroughly defined / though one, more wholly —
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I am tremendous fun at dinner parties / I say this as a joke but it’s true, I talk / and hardly pause for breath, a ticking metronome / of story punchline setup story and only rest a moment
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When they decided to kill the priest it was winter / and they wanted it slow. They led him out barefoot / to a steaming pot, and had us each take turns / dipping an enormous ladle, black from other hands.
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