Matt Mullins Poems

They love me
this means I'm beautiful
because they love me
I'll always be beautiful
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One day he will come into the bathroom
to watch you use the blade. And at five
or six or however old he still won't have
the right words, but what he'll be looking for
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Forget if you will the flowers
and gowns and suits of music;
forget the priest or rabbi
or judge and see only these
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Chinatown: a neon mantis.
Hailstones tapping a
Mandarin braille of love.
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The week you were born
eighty-some people died in Waco, Texas
the wrong finale to a long stand-off
between Branch Davidians and the ATF
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You once told me poetry
knocks on your door
at 6 a.m. and that flags
are killer when they fly
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You dream of naked skin
against the water in us:

How we turn our faces to the air
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Good morning: and spit curls the half
fractured way of a moon grown soft
to crack like a rotten egg milking
over this dawn’s slow horizon:
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This flesh is
as we conceive

each sparkling pin
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We kiss to flamenco
on your kitchen radio

your eyes open
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