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Takeout
TakeoutCopyright Jack GalmitzImpress 2015New York, New York978-1-329-18032-1
Takeout
Jack Galmitz
walking the dogthe suncame along
the clouds hang low& touch the harvested fieldI hear a clavier
in a park benchin a city somewhereI carved Jack & Ann
what remainsmy mother's birth certificateher sister's lock of hair
sitting on the stooplistening to cicadasthe neighbors' banter
after the slaughterof the 1800sbison burgers
we played catchafter sunsetthe ball was a planet
I eat aloneat my computer tablemy wife and stepson eat together
she may as wellbe on the moonrather than the next room
old vinyl albumsleft outside in the garbagelook, Chubby Checkers
a dead catunmoved for weeksbecomes the grass
sometimes I'm so angrythat my teeth showan old languagethat I know
I have becomelettersarranged on a page
when you slow down soundyou hear your heartbeat
in my cerealsubatomicparticles&strawberries
asIenterherpicking from a cherry tree
the table setthe chandelier litthe clouds at sunset
at night I'm followedby a black dog old and strongwhere's the harm
I had a dreamabout youI called you light
territoryfits me& my radioactivedog
thewordstumphurt
thesoldierslightup
darkasdeercross
alienshavemovedin
weathered road signpeeling layersof old advertisements
inphotographswe'rechildren
drummer boyyourenine
handed the ballwhen I saw it was a gameI let it fall
The monochrometurns out to be the skythe specks- birds flying
the seais semaphore& integrity
candle flamehaving studieddervish ways
The cat dreams of bloodlook at it runlook at it run
I listen to the seahoping to catchwhere something begins
starry nightthe lights daubed outwith black house-paint
passed out drunka father sleeps on the couchhis daughter's doll crushed
The son of man returns ornamental pears
Christmas morningseeing my sons facewhen he finds the AK-47
in Latviathe light of a UFObrightens a gas station
in the dinnereach man carries a gunand praises Jesus
every morningI wash off the bloodamniotic fluid and vernix
motherhad a sword in her mouthto judge the world
my friendwore a tinfoil hatbut I stood out
what structurecould withstand a great shockmake it up
I thought of a drumlike a splinter underthe nail of my thumb
froma cherrytree