Citations: poems by Lou Garcia-Dolnik

By | 31 October 2021

I capture the cradle

wherein the proof of my wound a bootstrap
holding old leather together I
enter into distended time

In this figuring, nostalgia baptises a fatalism
of the unwelladjusted

I catch myself
saying sex is sexless in a dreamworld
of my own making

If he hit me, sir, I allege a fistful of ponytail
marble benchtop too rich for babybaby teeth
a hot wet mouth though I could not write
have one’s way with the lampshade
dimming slowly & time unmoving clockwise
through the logics of length

He assails reason with his love of smallerhands,
smallerteeth, growths unmeriting agelessness

timid by the skin of my undressing
I—a mouthful of girlskin wading
through the water of want

What does it mean to muzzle myself
in the means of my yesteryears to trust wake
from violence of verb to unloosen his vice
from the pronouncement of a birthright?

I carve pits from peaches, ingest them whole,
learning to crave that fruit without no

untouching the softskin of lovers, maul the distance
where fireflies have taken to meat

To countenance my deletion, the order of his dead
vernacular a pin passed through patella
keeping fixed the knelt bruises

mouth as o to say i’m okay

Mourning now, pills spill ink over organ
to spell out testimony, the unkept remembrances
of my deepest hours, wrecking and repentance

These declarations an ancestry

his touch a birthmark

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