Two Poems By Aaron Fagan

by Mark Bibbins, Editor


Way before the title fights,
I dressed in my older sister’s
Clothes I stole and danced
And hummed and kicked up
Dust for neighborhood boys — 
As they sat in Hawkin’s field,
Rolling corn silk in newspaper
To smoke, while I, in reverie,
Began a whorling version of
“Are You Washed in the Blood?”
For the last smithereens of me
To be born beyond a god of mine.


I am in a gymnasium full
Of adult Eddie Munsters

And one boy dressed up
As a hypodermic needle —

The soul appoints us all
A world and he is the god

Of painting me into a
Corner of an unfinished

Sketch spiraling out while
The sun is shining down.

Aaron Fagan is the author of Garage (Salt Publishing, 2007) and Echo Train (2010).

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