Deserter
A Poem

You capitulate in the front of fear then drive through the sirened streets alight with your hair and mystery The bow of a canoe hangs like an open beak ready to swallow us, ready to break us Your twisted windows tinted against a black sky a veil for your lexicon, your deep exposure Rifling through the scars you find a shape you can adore a story that goes with it But then you left a briefcase full of sentences behind judgements obscure and braved titanic indictments against the streetlights Moving through the room a stiff, thin iron sepulcher a mouth that cannot be stuffed full enough The beauty that you imagined on leaving was nothing but a footnote to your old address The scandals that wind their way through your memory a new shading to the decimated world And now that you have everything to your back you’ve forgotten how to write your way forwards
J.D. Harms 2020
