Read a poem, talk about it, read it again.
Episode 24: Sentence
10/27/2017
Connor and Jack discuss Eduardo C. Corral's poem Sentence. Connor provides several excellent readings, Jack discusses why the poem has him remembering Tom Petty, and both marvel at the brilliant sounds and images contained within the work.
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Sentence
By: Eduardo C. Corral
After Don McKay
I crawl back he unpacks his tools
oils the wooden handles rinses the metal
fragrant his thighs fragrant his sneer
koi & eternity inked on his skin an ecstatic
blue a bewildered green
some wounds are ovals some wounds are opals
the ears of a white wolf pivot toward the moon
I flee now & then alone in the desert for months
a nomad in a kimono of pressed-together dust
beautiful his throat his words even more beautiful
“it’s my turn to ask for a bit more from you”
he likes it when I bleed strangers once
gently he hammers gold into a sentence gently
the sentence enters me