Thursday, January 2, 2020

Everything in me feels broken :: an American essay


did your cow ignore the system of reality did she shit her spoons did your cow climb the steps into Liberty's arm vomit from her torch did she walk three miles to the store for toilet paper because her car was broken did your cow die in a Biblical plague did the Spokane valley reel from her death did animal rights activists rage her storms did your cow give milk at 4 AM on a mountain in northern California did she take LSD did she break her leg did a man break your cow's leg did your cow change her name kite checks did panic bend her body into a dread abiding lake did fear roll through your cow in whitecaps did she die every morning and every night to work in the factory did your cow fan dance on a hardwood milking machine were her hooves calloused was your cow a city winking awake in between lines of cocaine did your cow tattoo with bikers on Pike Street did she shame a war barefoot did your cow breast feed you in a cafe in the center of the Pentagon did your cow lose her leg to frostbite was she a calf arranged in pieces was she chuck was she bone-in was she ribs did your cow's seatbelt crush her throat did milk float her bra did she choke did a man punch your cow in the stomach did she live on a houseboat with a square cut out of its bottom did a duck swim up the hole into your cow's arms did she spit patriotic grief did she build war planes did she shudder when the B52 she helped rivet flew above her and tipped its wing did the factory floor shatter your cow's knee was her circle so small she stopped breathing did your cow spread her coat in the pasture and fuck as other cows chewed did your cow underground did hysteria chancre her blood did your cow build a camp fire then a ceremonial fire then a bonfire did she eat the forest as animals screamed out of her jaw did your cow stigmata every month did goddesses flood from her body into an American toilet was your cow a bellwether a war machine did your cow drink wine from an open bottle under the bridge did she squat in an abandoned house did she eat from garbage bins did your cow beg for money at a rest stop on the freeway did something happen to your cow in a public toilet did she walk into the American machine was your cow's slaughter drought driven did she affect herd growth grades and standards did something happen to your cow did something








4 Comments:

Blogger Ms. Moon said...

Your poetry makes all the other poetry insipid.

January 2, 2020 at 12:04 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

((((((((((♥️))))))))))

January 2, 2020 at 4:07 PM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

You know this is a Great American Epic Poem.

January 2, 2020 at 9:25 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Darling I wasn’t even sure it was a poem. I’ve never submitted it anywhere. I am so thankful that you read it here because if one writer likes it and one intentional reader likes it then it has grown some wings. Thank you.

Ps in the David Lynch movie Eraserhead after Henry’s girlfriend has their baby Henry asks her parents “what is it” and they answer “we think it’s a baby.” That’s how I’m going to roll through this year.

January 3, 2020 at 7:37 AM  

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