Poem: Reading “My American Body” by W. K. Buckley

Reading “My American Body” by W. K. Buckley


Fireflies sparkle
Outside. I see them through the
Living room window.
It’s the time between
Times as I
Examine a new hole in
My jeans and consider
“Picking up their shreds
To the tangled light.”
Condensation rolls down
St. Pauli Girl who
Makes me sparkle
Inside.

(c) Matthew Mulder. All rights reserved.

Originally published in Rapid River Art Magazine, October 2005

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