Douglas Goetsch

(1963 / Brooklyn, New York City)

Douglas Goetsch Poems

1. Walking Wounded 1/20/2003
2. Smell and Envy 9/8/2016
3. The Kingdom 9/8/2016
4. Gone 9/8/2016
5. Stanley Avenue 9/8/2016
6. Counting 1/20/2003
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Counting

I'd walk close to buildings counting
bricks, run my finger in the grout
till it grew hot and numb. Bricks
in a row, rows on a floor, multiply
floors, buildings, blocks in the city.
I knew there were numbers for everything--
tires piled in mountains at the dump,
cars on the interstate to Maine,
pine needles blanketing the shoulder of the road,
bubbles in my white summer spit.
I dreamed of counting the galaxies
of freckles on Laura MacNally,
touching each one--she loves me,
she loves me not--right on up her leg,
my pulse beating away at the...

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