Abracadabra, Sunshine
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Abracadabra, Sunshine is a series of ever-turning letters written to lovers, friends, and family as a testament to human perseverance and to art-making as a continuous defiance against the often overwhelming complexities and hardships of existence. Darting from the Czech Republic to the Andromeda Galaxy, from the films of Godard to the tales of the Brothers Grimm and the Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang, these poems foreground our animal need for love and connection against the background of our historical obsession with destruction. By turns dour and deeply hopeful, Booth’s poems extol the communal and healing powers of vulnerability and love.
Dexter L. Booth
Dexter L. Booth is the author of Scratching the Ghost (Graywolf Press, 2013), which won the 2012 Cave Canem Poetry Prize and was selected by Major Jackson. Booth’s poems have been included in the anthologies The Best American Poetry 2015 (edited by Sherman Alexie), The Burden of Light: Poems on Illness and Loss, and The Golden Shovel Anthology honoring Gwendolyn Brooks. Booth was a finalist for 2016–2017 COG Poetry Award. He was awarded an artist residency at Yaddo in 2017 and another at the MacDowell Colony in 2018. Booth is currently a contributing editor for Waxwing Journal, a PhD candidate and Provost Fellow at the University of Southern California, and a professor in the Ashland University MFA program. He resides in Alta Dena, California.
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Abracadabra, Sunshine - Dexter L. Booth
I
First Letter to Natalie
This is how the body transforms,
a sentence dissolved to a word
by the gentle fist of gin,
grit circling the drain, a hyena
hoping to return to itself
through wandering—no,
teeth hoping to return to
the tenderness of your hair. Before I knew you
Before I knew you
I found myself pissing on the side
of the Charles Bridge and thinking
why can’t everything be as wonderful
as this. How small,
everything that ends,
like the stars that explode,
scatter like colored sand
from broken vials on a linoleum floor.
We are not in love, but
We are not in love, but
there exists commitment—that is—
a mix between trust, the middle of a bottle,
and a half-written poem I wrote on a plane.
The girl next to me clacked her belt like a swift
hoping to wake two sleepers with the Morse code
of friendship—
that night you were drunk, not in the park but
at the bar. You let me put my hand on your waist
until you realized everyone was watching
everything. I’ve come to know about you,
and the gold-tipped steeples in that faraway city
where we lived a small life together
as a temporary tribe.
Listen,
Listen,
at night the Žižkov Tower is like your finger
or a piece of my spine—.
Abracadabra, Sunshine
Imagine
the children who are little and far enough away
they measure their lives by the gallons
of dirty water they bring home,
checking their height yearly
against the hulls of abandoned tanks
until they are tall enough to climb in, old enough
to understand that
even the native body is foreign,
even the peaceful mind at war.
I am attempting
to form an argument—
I am attempting to form an argument
done with teeth,
with the tender pressures
of bone grown in gums,
like bullets in the chilled
throats of rifles.
Say, there is something in the way we touch
each other, softly, with the palms of our eyes.
This is our narrative. This is our path to the abyss,
The abyss, the individual letter
hidden within the word.
What we signify in being—
always duplicity. What we mean
to say is not forever. What we say
when we say
nothing
is the mating of letters, compression of ink
on the pale lip of an envelope,
the tongue, the moisture and
nothing left to hold it:
Or nothing left to hold, the difference between a lover
and a zombie is not the same
as the difference between a soldier and a snowman.
At the center we are always rotting, always melting into sticks and mud.
Some kid will come along and use the bones from your arm as a rifle, because
we are meat and water.
Nothing in Reverse
In the silence we talk about films by Godard,
you tell me that you’re afraid
that our world is what’s left of a set