Howie Good

Half-Buried Timbers

Sex is a Nazi.
We missed her stark face.
The one whose eyes.

The body had a nightmare.
Where humans can’t leave.
And mustn’t complain.
No. Never.

Remember how I used
to live in a funeral?
X times Y marks the spot.

Index of first lines, Les Murray, Killing the Black Dog: A Memoir of Depression (2011)

All proceeds from Howie Good’s latest book of poetry, Fugitive Pieces (Right Hand Press), go to the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley. Visit!e-chapbooks/c1qi1



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