Animals dream, but of what we do not know.
They wake quickly, even when accustomed
to safety. Maybe some think back,
maybe others regret. But what about guilt?
Does it play a part in their kingdom?
Or is it only our burden? In one night In the Natural World 11.05.2017
Such an adrenaline rush to find
this seventh time, injected
with glee on the stretcher,
making my usual “I’m o.k.” calls, New Wave: Post Op 11.05.2017
Here are the steps leading down to the lake
choked with water hyacinths crowding
out the lilies, and algae thick as serum. The Old City 11.05.2017
The opposite of losing you
was watching you across the purple light
of the dance floor in the local gay bar
while the salt trucks dragged through the streets. Loss and Its Antonym 11.05.2017
Sunday, there she goes again, toddling
out the door, off the back deck, tumbling
in her church dress, a field of hand-
painted green stems and yellow flowers, Fayum Portrait 11.05.2017
I’m the kind of guy who when there’s a problem, I like to get on it. I don’t like the problem to get me, I like to get it. When there’s a problem, I face it—I don’t let it faze me. You could say I like to faze it. I like to face my problems and take care of them, I don’t let them take care of me.
On My Problems 11.05.2017
In a dark, wood-paneled studio, I’ve sat
for three full days, an eremite with neither
cup nor cause. As hours accumulate, Waiting on Results 11.05.2017
Became a skinhead
a year after he moved from
Hit me with his cast.
Hurt people hurt people
often with their hurt parts.
Who broke his arm?
His step-dad step on him?
They was poor, but they was white. Corey 11.05.2017
Not a place to take flight but where downy-skinned
children can sometimes heal like fallen sparrows
in a shoe box, a place I found myself at nine,
concussed. The child in the rail-rimmed bed The Children’s Wing 11.05.2017
ALBERTO DE LACERDA
Translated by SCOTT LAUGHLIN
The soft whisper of a river
With another river: a force
Surging around us
The profound peace
Of this natural rhythm First Elegy 11.05.2017