Mathias Svalina

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In the beginning everyone looked like Larry Bird
but everyone did not have the name Larry Bird
& this was confusing. Everyone had a headache
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I've been through this
before in my imagination,
since you were never predicted
to live this long.
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I am scared of one night. One night might come upon me while I sleep. One night might kiss me & never unzip its lips. I never try to leave the bed, never try to sit up. One night is always there like a tumor: a drum machine fear.
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So many suns
clanking
& for each, also,
an inner noise.
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Blank here, grass-cracked
& babbling parking lots.
Nothing moves
to cross the day.
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Make a noise
& there is no
predicting
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It's harder to tell
where the world ends.
I can't think without Julia
so Julia is my mind.
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You are building a ladder that reaches to the bottom of everything. It goes so deep that it reaches the future & there you find all the people who loved you & you gather them in one room & you ask them questions like What
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You are an island. People live on you; things grow on you; people build things on you. Half of the people carry compasses, the other half mechanical pencils. You might have to say a few things about love here. You tap your
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Mathias Svalina Biography

Mathias Svalina (born June 24, 1975), is an American poet. He has won fellowships and awards from The Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, The Iowa Review, and New Michigan Press. His poems have been published in journals such as American Letters & Commentary, The Boston Review, Gulf Coast, and jubilat. He also co-edits Octopus Magazine and Octopus Books with Zachary Schomburg. He is a native of Chicago, Illinois. Svalina received his B.A. from the University of Mary Washington, an M.F.A. from the Virginia Commonwealth University, and a Ph.D. from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. As of 2012, he lives and teaches literature in Denver, Colorado. Svalina has taught writing at Metropolitan State University of Denver, Nebraska Wesleyan University, and the University of Nebraska, Lincoln.)

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Creation Myth

In the beginning everyone looked like Larry Bird
but everyone did not have the name Larry Bird
& this was confusing. Everyone had a headache
& walked around with furrowed brows. Headaches
hadn't been invented & when people described the pain
they said an angry Larry Bird stands on my neck
& my head is Larry Bird after missing a layup.
Even the babies were the size & shape of Larry Bird.
Since everyone looked like Larry Bird they avoided
extravagant events. All the clubs shut down, no one
could watch a Larry Bird dance without understanding
that they danced like this, pursed lips, flagellum legs,
arms like wild fire hoses. The real Larry Bird retired
to his basement. He wore magnifying goggles
& built watches of smaller & smaller dimension.
He built watches so small that he needed a microscope
to affix the springs & levers in the right places.
He built watches so small that he called them cells.
He built watches so small that he called them atoms.

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