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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