Middle Youth
By Morgan Bach
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Middle Youth - Morgan Bach
I
alone, lonely, or single
the pomegranate
you live in an open-air museum
where everyone is relaxing
into their graves
you walk through the heat
in olive groves, through the sound
of fountains, the stifling plain
baking late into the year,
you walk up hills to see mountains,
snow even, on the horizon
you are in doubt
when replying to locals
if the word you use means
alone, lonely, or single—but anyway
you make them laugh
you see the dust and orderly
bushes looking like polka dots
on tiered souvenir skirts
you sit in the window
above the street, feel the language
of passers-by lift up and strip you
you fuck the artist who says
he only collaborates
who then draws you at dinner
as hair around a blank oval, saying
the face doesn’t matter
you hear the call echoing
on white walls, and bells on slick
marble outside the cathedral
your heart sinking in that basin
so picturesque you have to look
past it to the sierra, have to climb
to the top of the city to drink
mountain water from the fountain
behind the church
hungry
I always eat
the apple core.
To eat the sprouts
of plants is to eat potential
energy, the life force
of babies. Fill me
with the earth’s iron,
I would drink
magma if I could.
One day, when my
insides are made
of steel, I will.
My oesophagus
a mine
of solid rock.
My spine
a skyscraper.
Heart an engine
of bolts and pistons.
Blood,
oil piped
from under ice
and all that
wind and water
will not
touch me.
red lake
For days we cross the highest plane.
I think of sea borders far from these stretches
of dust. This country’s edge invisible as a trip line
or culture—a snag, a sudden immersion.
I long for a river to swim in
but we pass quickly into night with a crackle
of water-like light sliding over rocks
the sandy colour of peeled peaches.
By morning, my wet clothes hung to dry
in the window have frozen solid. The women
in my room have fine rivulets of blood running
from the softly steaming heat of their breath.
My cold skin is translucent; a blue hue in it
could be the stain of movement or a bruise.
Still it’s home to me, like the remembered burn
and tickle of dusty carpet in sun, small mammal
howls, a forest along the sill, a window
to sit in. Framing is everything,
is the paint on my nails, turning feet from slugs
to sirens and the maraca
of my pulse, the invisible line behind me
and that wide red lake turning into sky
as birds rise and I part these rows
of bones