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Every Night is a Night of Bombs Somewhere

Most dances are cries. Try to pin them in place.

Look away from ash—a boy and a girl


loving that boy: screams and statues

flash-frozen against a night sky bleached white.


You and I are flesh. We slam together under a disco ball

moon that shreds the clouds. Our verbing legs reverb rhythm.


Light gilds your teeth. Another house shatters. The radio wobbles.

Chuck D. demands we fight the power and my hips swivel


a battle cry. As long as our feet pound

ground we’re alive. The night shines. We explode.


We blink out the shine and darkness re-dawns.

The alarms die. Evening spreads: a patient bleeding on a table.


No ether. Dogs bark. I catch your mouth

with mine, eat vapor, and know tonight we die. 

Posted 09/14/14
Appeared in March 2012 on The Splinter Generation Available in the collection Antler Woman Responds
Comments (1)
Again, bravo! Ki Russell for another striking poem. Yes, of course, I like it very much.
09/14/14 7:37pm