In a Language You Don't Understand

Two new poems up on 'Fevers of the Mind'

Last week, Fevers of the Mind published two poems I wrote recently. I am reposting them here for your reading convenience.

The Saddest Thing

I thought I had seen
The saddest thing when
I saw a dead duck
On the sidewalk
Her neck a broken question mark
Asking

I thought I had seen
The saddest thing when
I saw a drowned cow
Sunk in the shallows
Her body a sack of meat and mud
Drinking

I thought I had seen
The saddest thing, then
Mimi Parker died
Dark curls gone limp
Her voice still up on a note
Singing

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To Feel Warm

I came home and 
The stove clock read 350
And for a moment
I thought I'd left the oven on
Preheating the day
Like the Florida sun

I did get the message you sent
I'm pretty perceptive
Even if I can’t take a hint
Perhaps we could prop each other up
If only to see what it meant
To feel warm

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Fevers of the Mind previously published two of my other poems this summer (“San Diego” and “Like a Totem”) and a “Quick 9” interview with me in 2021.

Check out the site. Lots of good stuff up there.

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ICYMI:

Cover art by me.

If you like these little poems, I have a whole chapbook of them available from First Cut Poetry called Abandoned Accounts (Most of them are happier than the ones I shared above, so don’t be scared to check them out).

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As always, thank you for reading,

-royc.

http://roychristopher.com