There Are Things We Cannot See

for Tran Dan

 

 

Over time
 
the nipple
is shaped
 
by the mouth
of the child
 
º
 
the sun spreads
the hips and legs
of tender grass
 
to enter it
to the root
 
º
 
there is flesh
and hunger
 
everywhere
in the world
 
º
 
we grow one
into the other
 
º
 
there is
the desire
to clothe
 
and the desire
to become
unbound
 
º
 
put a naked
man in a crowd
 
and watch us
 
make a human
palisade
around him
 
º
 
drag your hand
through the air
 
and it
leaves no trail—
 
spear the lake
it leaves no mark
 
º
 
yet here is
the whorled
 
cave of your navel
 
where a thin river
once coursed
 
º
 
and your nose
still flared
by breathing
 
º
 
and your eyes
wet wounds
 
where light
comes in
 
º
 
your face
the scar
 
of what
we all
must
 
remember

 

 

Front page image by Adam Horwarth.

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Michael Bazzett

About the Author

Michael Bazzett’s poems have appeared in Ploughshares, Massachusetts Review, Pleiades, Oxford Poetry, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and Best New Poets. He was the winner of the Lindquist & Vennum Prize for his first full-length collection, You Must Remember This (Milkweed Editions, 2014).
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