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WATERSLIDES IN AUXILIARY HOSPITAL WASHROOM by Daniel Thompson

 

Three Poems


Burn Hazel
 

Nettles hide in high grass
You step         I run

               through nettle teeth
                  tiny needle hairs

To sing or to cry?

Twinkle stab
the soft underside

Cartoons at 10am         Feet swell
soaked in wine water

Sometimes I forget
what grade I’m in

I forget my whole life

 

 

 

 

Thud
 

the sun’s gold rays split tree heads
branches shake their redding leaf-hair
I want to be like the blackbird settling
errorless on the park’s power lines
through sirens’ neon thud a clean
lemon smell I mix up dusk
and dawn both so full
of birdcalls and day
digging me
a nice little
hole again

 

 

 

 

 

Paralysis Agitans
 

The body sends a text about how it is constant-

ly dying but T9 thinks otherwise. I’m trying to 

teach my father how to walk again. To heel-toe 

across the kitchen without tipping into rear walls 

or breaking plates. We step together, distracted

signals zone his limbs. He’s alone beyond his body.

He tries to use his phone to send a message to his legs

(move) but his bones have forgotten to read.

 

 

 

 

Ari Wolff holds a BA in visual art and poetry from The New School. She lives in Brooklyn where she teaches art and preschool.