Christian Anton Gerard
AUBADE IN AFTERNOON
We should take a shot
of cognac, a walk. Some
days I believe desire
is its own penance. Some
days, I know if I would have
done that, it would have come
out looking like a bird. Some
times I bite the pill in half
that calms me. Sometimes
the biting makes me calm.
I am a tornado in its own eye.
Sometimes I think the world
waking upsets twilight and
sometimes it feels more like
the sky’s a giant sequoia seed
cracking from the moon’s heat.
Nice alliteration, you say.
But if it be syntax inverted
that you love, let me
be that wrangling, that
reverse sentence full—
your boots on still jeans
my hands reach slide
listen let us be denim
its working to the floor
the sound of.
Christian Anton Gerard’s first poetry book is Wilmot Here, Collect For Stella (WordTech, CW Books, 2014). He’s received Pushcart Prize nominations, scholarships from the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, and an Academy of American Poets Prize. Some of his recent poems appear in storySouth, Post Road, Diode, Pank, Orion, Smartish Pace, B-O-D-Y, The Rumpus, and The Journal. Gerard holds a PhD in English from the University of Tennessee, and he currently lives in Fort Smith, Arkansas, where he’s an Assistant Professor of English, Rhetoric, and Writing at the University of Arkansas-Fort Smith. Find Christian on the web at www.christianantongerard.com
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