December 12, 2012


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Riot Love Poem

For Maria Alyokhina and Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

A riot    an order    a call in the night to say I love
you and you and you and most especially
the street and open space and our bodies
unbound by restraint and moneyed constriction
and in dreams last night you spoke of fire
of labor and building and soft nests     no armor-clad
SUVs on urban boulevards not oil money not Stoleshnikov Lane    

This morning I exhale across continents breath joined
with yours and ours and wanting more than boundaries
street lamps awakened    petals unfurling    hands opening
burn treasury burn prison burn credit burn churches
burn drones burn austerity burn banks burn office buildings
sing certainty and mass gatherings    totalities
I opened to I into we   

Now we are in Moscow now Perm now Mordovia
Now we are in Paris now Wall Street now Guantanamo
Now Atchison now Waco now Oakland
Now the avenue the bakery the café
Text springing from fingers
Language from mouths

1 comment:

Jennifer K Dick said...

LOVE the anaphora use here, the running rhythm and something about this that tastes metallic as you read it. Thank you for posting this poem! --Jennifer K Dick