Kyle Kaczmarick

Honeymoon

 

where they lay

pasteled, framed in oak

 

they fit convex/

concaved

 

in their bed

with

 

damask sheets and

the same sun

 

across them—

 

that they cannot

speak or move

 

the maroon

room, its sole window

 

channels the off-

canvas sun

 

actually


 

*


 

They were married

in the lake

 

the moon

moons across

 

she could have

said.

 

 

*


 

Imagine:

y’all both

 

in a maroon

 

 

 

 

room

 

your window

just so

 

so daylight

just-sos

 

across y'alls

legs

 

it’s almost

not allowed

 

here.

An Inconsequential Argument

 

 

black cattle moored

in the pasture

 

yes it was a long drive

up here

                     but

I wanted to show you

an important place:

 

the land funnels

down to the lake

wherein

a corrugated moon sometimes

                                 surfaces

 

 

past the barbed wire,

downslope—

they look so lonely

 

yes: that’s what I said:

 

like black skiffs

in a bay

Kyle Kaczmarick is a poet currently pursuing his MFA at the University of Colorado Boulder, where he teaches undergraduate creative-writing. He's from Houston, Texas.

 

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