By: Kevin Latimer
—with lines after Ocean Vuong & Emily Pettit
time does not exist.
time does not exist &
even if it did, i would not believe it.
there are silhouettes
on the dance floor.
there are silhouettes
but no one is moving.
there are silhouettes
inside my rotten mouth:
all these men in costume
pulling teeth
i am waiting
for one to say,
that’s enough.
i am waiting
i am always waiting
i am not big enough to swallow all of this water, but i wish i was
iamsoaked
your hand in mine likeonefullbody together
even if you grip tightly, what’s fluttering will always flutter away.
say all the following, slowly:
i don’t want. i don’t need to want. i am not a sheep. show me how to throw a lighter.
the sky opens suddenly & the city goes to hell [!]
everythingisburning. tiny flamesfall fromthesky.
this skyline is a heat map.
i see it all at once
don’t let go.
if you do, i can’t guarantee your safety
thelanguageisallfuckedup! what i want you to do
is
all of us on a boat—
i use my oar as my water cup (i have gotten rather
our eyes are sunburnt & hollow good at this).
iamnotasheep tiny spittle
on god’s lip.
he is doing this
because he has to he is doing this
because he must
there are so many things to say. there are so many things to say by not saying anything at all
like this:
little me littleus tiny river tinytiny boat this map citiescitiescitiescities rudderless oar
pitchblack lake my head your head underwater pullusboth charcoal crown goodasgold
this is not a disaster story
this is not a story
about dying
or the end of the world
justus this little boat
two oars.
one boat.
two oars & one boat
there are two oars in this one boat but we can no longer sit in it.
we sleep in the dry rot until the sun comes
when it won’t come
we don’t mourn it
know this if you know me/
i am not a sheep. when the city
burned, i let it:
i am full of both water & legs
i can’t even strike a match
everything is wetwetwet
on the balconies, they’re all sky fresh; white gowns untouched
[ when my tears burned
from my crackling face
even when //even ]
i am saying this so you must listen
i am saying this because i care
know this know me knowthisknowme
knowknowknow
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
we don’t mourn
because we’ve lost it
( please don’t throw him a torch )
please don’t light fires on the balcony
everything being everything burning is enough
we are not hollow
but we are powerless.
we are asking for for-
giveness, but even that’s
not enough. we are ripped
out of the boat, into the sky
i don’t see the water anymore & i cannot swallow it
please don’t say anything at all
the screen is not dead, we are
my dead body like ur dead body is
.everything is white (the chairs, my hands, his throne)
he is happy, but i am not happy enough
there are springs & meadows & everything that’s good &
the lighters won’t spark
& nothing here will
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me little us tinytiny boat
little me,
little us,
sunken boat,
dead boy—
my gods, am i alive now?
Kevin Latimer is a poet & playwright from Cleveland, Ohio. his poems can be found in jubilat, passages north, Hobart, & elsewhere. he is the editor-in-chief of BARNHOUSE.