Saw You There, by Ander Monson

Carrie says I should make my connections into a poem.” —Dennis Etzel Jr.

Sawed you there, through you there, girl whom I name
Carrie, shine of sun on bonnet-handle at that Walgreens
on 28th. A Friday night. It looked like you came straight
from fighting something that looked like lightning.

You were all scorched up. Tired look but with a residue
of glow, not in the family way, as they used to say,
and as I still do, since I venerate the old, but filled
to the heart with stars. Looking light years away, the way

you operated that Redbox: how can a girl seem so far
from Earth while at a Redbox? I was the girl in the super-
looking supermarket hat, with ashen face and hair of flax,
heart of gold and such. You didn’t see me staring, not seeing

much of anything. Magician seeking magician’s assistant,
my craigslist ad would say: I will saw through you any day.

5 & 7 & 5, by Anselm Hollo

follow that airplane
of course I’m high this is
an emergency

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giant Scots terrier
I thought I saw was known as
Taxicab Mountain

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brown photo legend
“serene enjoyment” they suck
pipes bones crumbled back

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night train whistles stars
over a nation under
mad temporal czars

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round lumps of cells grow
up to love porridge later
become The Supremes

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lady I lost my
subway token we must part
it’s faster by air

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“but it’s our world”
tiny blue hands and green arms
your thought in my room

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sweet bouzouki sound
another syntax for heads
up to the aether

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in you the in moon
its rays entwined in my mind’s
hair hangs down right in

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viewing the dragon
there they ride slim through my dream
Carpaccio’s pair

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slow bloom inside you
the mnemonics of loving
incessant chatter

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far shore Ferris wheel
turning glowing humming love
in our lit-up heads

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switch them to sleep now
the flying foxes swarm out
great it’s flurry time

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wind rain you and me
went looking for a new house
o the grass grows loud