A River Sings | 09 12 22 | Marshall Woodward

The Word

like two priests, grazing

like silk floss trees		
the thorny uncle’s rose

slip into my boxers 
forget my body

give me a smog check
i am clean coal

a chimney						defeated fossils

a bark collar						the new pope

· · ·

Frame Everything

you cannot imagine how hard it is 
each lady slipper you drew 
is a dear i killed 

								they call it blood burning
								do you know what haunts you? 
								i am twelve 

a shower boils 
the young men inside 

								i come as often is possible 
								the LA water and power company 
								could be my family business 

the last castle is 
an old woman 
who hasn’t seen you 
since the nineties 
and says you did alright 
also your mother would be proud 

								i made her casket
								three cedar logs 
								i cannot believe they buried her 
								without underwear


—Submitted on 03/13/2021

Marshall Woodward is the author of Clown Star (Gutslut Press, 2022). He edits the journal Cultural Fan Fiction. Recent poems have appeared in American Writers Review, Brickplight, Aji, and The Indianapolis Review.

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Editor’s Note: The series title A River Sings is borrowed from “On the Pulse of Morning,” the poem read by Maya Angelou at the inauguration of Bill Clinton in 1993. 

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