I mean to slice every line from my tongue.
Or: last week my brother confessed to me
that even on his best days he wanted
to hurt someone else. Or: my brother has
only ever been kind. The day he was born
the whole west went soft w/ sunset & sand.
& I did pull his hair. & I did knock
the wind out of his lungs like a mirror
opening onto a landscape of stone.
What this poem wants is water. What I
mean to say is that when I was a boy
I wanted to marble everything tender,
the way men look at a dress & only
see the wire on which a whole world rests.
Brad Trumpfheller is a nonbinary writer and bookseller from the South. Their work has appeared in The Nation, West Branch, The Shallow Ends, and The Adroit Journal, among others. With Nabila Lovelace, they are the co-editor of Divedapper. They currently live in Boston.