The New Clean
By Jon Sands
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Jon Sands is a high-stakes, honest poet of wild range. Sands possesses the remarkable ability to celebrate just as deeply as he mourns & whichever city he moves through in his poems ... one can be certain that there will be some singing. That's just what these poems do. - Aracelis Girmay, author
Sands scours buses in Queens, faceless bullets, and a city full of “back talk†to find a place where we can all “fall madly in Jon,†and we do. Always fresh, The New Clean is a poetics of triumph - Michael Cirelli, Executive Director of Urban Word-NYC
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The New Clean - Jon Sands
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Copyright © Jon Sands 2011
No part of this book may be used or performed without written consent from the author, if living, except for critical articles or reviews.
Sands, Jon.
1st edition.
ISBN: 978-1-935904-27-4
Interior Layout by Lea C. Deschenes
Cover Designed by Joshua Grieve and Abe Sands
Author Photo by Jonathan Weiskopf
Proofread by Sarah Kay and Jennifer Roach
Edited by Jeanann Verlee, Adam Falkner, Roger Bonair-Agard and Derrick Brown
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Dedication
For Joshua and Kathy Sands,
and the remarkable line of stories,
told and untold,
that led us to them.
The New Clean
Epigraph
"I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed babe....
and am not contained between my hat and boots."
—Walt Whitman
White Boy
after Angel Nafis after Terrance Hayes
White boy knows all the lyrics.
White boy don’t know the room.
White boy working his steps.
White boys get off at 86th Street.
White boy stay on some, "Everyone but me, right?"
White boy incidental gentrify.
White boy coffee shop Bed-Stuy.
White boy vegan.
White boy hot sauce on everything.
White boy black music.
White boy black friends.
White boy Rosetta Stone.
White boy scared to see a documentary.
White boy your problem.
White boy with a steady hand.
White boy cuts in line ‘cause he’s ready to order.
White boy finally knows he’s a white boy.
White boy knows all the words to the song.
White boy probably thinks the song is about him.
White boy bought an extra zip-up.
White boy holes in his boxers.
White boy holes in a lot of shit.
White boy off limits.
White boy knows every exit.
White boy 4.5 40 with two left feet.
White boy eats the last French fry.
White boy scored the CD, book, and T-shirt—presale.
White boy clean as a sunrise.
White boy too fly for guilty.
White boy too guilty for fly.
White boy all good ‘til history.
White boy all good ‘til Utica Avenue.
White boy safe in this Whole Foods.
White boy third base with an eye on the plate.
White boy not what you thought.
White boy bike dodging traffic.
White boy tickets to the mud fight.
Thought he was the only one
wouldn’t get dirty.
Truth Parade
It’s a puzzle. Play with me.
– Jeanann Verlee
If my left wrist was 360 degrees of rind
pulled slowly from a grapefruit,
I would eat my bones with a sharp spoon.
If my knees were New York City,
I’d run in my sleep
and never to the doctor.
If the crook of my right elbow was a dinner party,
I would only invite crazy people. I’d soak their feet
in cherry juice and stuff them with macaroni.
If my lifeline was the Ohio River, I would wash Cincinnati
eighty-three times a day, until Buffalo Wild Wings sparkled
like a fraternity of brand-new quarters.
If my heart was an uptown 4 express train, two things:
I would never have to write this poem.
I’d only go to East 77th on the late-night.
If my poems were a song, they’d be Little Richard’s.
Extra slow. A song I let simmer
on the stove for thirty-six hours.
If my penis was a city block, I’d like it to be in Brooklyn.
If the back of my eyes were the front, I still wouldn’t know