United States, (contemporary)
Some Things Which Filled Us with a Sense of Loitering
- Rose bushes we failed to water died
- in rows. In wheelbarrows we stacked
- hundreds for the compost.
- A drift of pigs on the loose
- crashed the apple orchard –
- our sweetness, plundered.
- The economy of bruises.
- “Eyes for an eye” or
- “karmic debt.”
- A country dog flagpole-chained
- on a tight ligature at the vineyard –
- her water bowl chipped, in dust.
- Orson’s ingrown toe suddenly pulsed
- green viscous, & Doctor Whoever
- hoisted the snipped toe between forceps.
- Pigs trucked along Highway 1.
- 5 A.M. Pink snouts jabbed through
- half-rotted planks.
- The instant the hillside eroded
- our temple backslid, gold-leaf
- & statues peppered the hillock.
- 85-hour work weeks. My spine
- compacted under brick loads –
- bloody stools dyed the toilet water.
© Kevin Phan. Crab Orchard Review. “The West Coast & Beyond,” Vol. 19 No. 2 S/F 2014.
About the Poet:
Kevin Phan, United States, (contemporary) is a poet, a former volunteer Buddhist monk/construction worker and now works in the maintenance of athletic facilities.
Phan graduated from the University of Michigan with an M.F.A. in Creative Writing in 2013 and is a former Helen Zell Writer’s Postgraduate Fellow from U of M. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Fence, Pleiades, Gulf Coast, Colorado Review, Poetry Northwest, Crab Orchard Review, and elsewhere. The Buddha is his homeboy. [DES-11/19]