29 Jun Richard Kerwin
THERE IS A GHOST IN MY HEART
and the piano ravel composes
and the presence of other bodies
crowd heavily against me
we were flesh once
plunged tongues into navels
broke rocks with our gavels
were hungry with dust
and sparkling gems
and old bones and disgust for
the place i am
putting my tongue
i am licking at the grit
the grave land
the broken ghosts
all baptismally pure
and you have bare feet
and in the wan moonlight
and something is weeping
richard kerwin grew up in chicago lived in buffalo moved to austin is moving to vermont will move to ho chi mihn city and always wants to get the hell out of wherever it is that he is. you can find more of his work in his scratchpad tumblr.