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.