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bury it - sam sax Wesleyan Poetry Series

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Weather Underground

       51 Diaspora

       52 Worry

       55 Treyf

       57 Estate Planning

       58 Controlled Burn

       60 Impossible Drama

       62 Naubade

       63 Objectophile

       64 Surveillance

       SUSPENSION

       67 Politics of Elegy

       69 Poem about Water

       70 Impermanence

       71 Service

       72 I.35

       74 Butthole

       75 Butt Plug

       77 Application

       79 Phonomania: A History of Noise

       80 Gay Boys & the Bridges Who Love Them

       83 Will

       85 Acknowledgments

       87 Notes

       bury it

      WILL

      the fisherman’s sneakers trouble the water

      he baits his hooks with homophones, cartilage, pheromones

      his hooks : telephones, specula, seraphim

      he lowers his line into the dark

      an adrenal needle plunged into the heart

      feels something bite below the river

      & pulls up boy,

      after boy,

      after boy,

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      BILDUNGSROMAN

      i never wanted to grow up to be anything horrible as a man. my biggest fear was the hair they said would snake from my chest, swamp trees breathing as i ran. i prayed for a different kind of puberty:

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