WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:00.570 align:middle line:90% 00:00:00.570 --> 00:00:02.250 align:middle line:84% One last from the new collection. 00:00:02.250 --> 00:00:03.870 align:middle line:84% It's always nice for me to read these 00:00:03.870 --> 00:00:08.970 align:middle line:84% out loud because then I realize where I need more vision. 00:00:08.970 --> 00:00:10.980 align:middle line:90% But it's nice. 00:00:10.980 --> 00:00:13.710 align:middle line:84% So thank you for being my Guinea pigs for these poems. 00:00:13.710 --> 00:00:16.830 align:middle line:90% [LAUGHTER] 00:00:16.830 --> 00:00:17.330 align:middle line:90% 00:00:17.330 --> 00:00:20.900 align:middle line:90% Thank you for reminding me. 00:00:20.900 --> 00:00:21.400 align:middle line:90% All right. 00:00:21.400 --> 00:00:23.995 align:middle line:90% This one's called "Good Boy." 00:00:23.995 --> 00:00:26.960 align:middle line:90% 00:00:26.960 --> 00:00:29.990 align:middle line:90% "Wasn't I a good boy once? 00:00:29.990 --> 00:00:34.190 align:middle line:84% Wasn't I once stripped of body hair and knuckle, 00:00:34.190 --> 00:00:37.850 align:middle line:84% a laugh so clean it stretched like a white sheet 00:00:37.850 --> 00:00:39.950 align:middle line:90% on the clothesline? 00:00:39.950 --> 00:00:42.590 align:middle line:84% Was it my voice once, the contagious 00:00:42.590 --> 00:00:45.710 align:middle line:90% notes of a two finger bell? 00:00:45.710 --> 00:00:49.880 align:middle line:84% The rest in my throat now coats those high pitched sounds. 00:00:49.880 --> 00:00:53.930 align:middle line:84% If there is a child in me he hides behind the dull flint 00:00:53.930 --> 00:00:54.980 align:middle line:90% of my hip. 00:00:54.980 --> 00:00:57.350 align:middle line:90% Not alive, not dead. 00:00:57.350 --> 00:01:02.810 align:middle line:84% But lost in the stomach to dissolve like any other color. 00:01:02.810 --> 00:01:05.510 align:middle line:84% Old photographs don't persuade me 00:01:05.510 --> 00:01:08.780 align:middle line:84% that I could have grown into a man who could love 00:01:08.780 --> 00:01:11.510 align:middle line:90% other men with self-restraint. 00:01:11.510 --> 00:01:15.620 align:middle line:84% Who would not ask a man to sleep on the sharp blades of the bed 00:01:15.620 --> 00:01:17.540 align:middle line:90% without complaints. 00:01:17.540 --> 00:01:21.740 align:middle line:84% Surely my anger had always been squatting on-- 00:01:21.740 --> 00:01:24.920 align:middle line:84% surely my anger had always been squatting 00:01:24.920 --> 00:01:30.860 align:middle line:84% on its claws eager to tear its way out of my 10-year-old ribs. 00:01:30.860 --> 00:01:34.520 align:middle line:84% And how do you explain this strange ability 00:01:34.520 --> 00:01:37.430 align:middle line:90% to inflict pain? 00:01:37.430 --> 00:01:40.610 align:middle line:84% I must have ingested hatred through the spoons 00:01:40.610 --> 00:01:41.990 align:middle line:90% of my childhood. 00:01:41.990 --> 00:01:45.590 align:middle line:84% I must have been the changeling matured now longing 00:01:45.590 --> 00:01:49.670 align:middle line:84% for things that blister and boil. 00:01:49.670 --> 00:01:52.370 align:middle line:84% Whatever you place in my hand I want 00:01:52.370 --> 00:01:55.400 align:middle line:90% to puncture out of mischief. 00:01:55.400 --> 00:01:59.720 align:middle line:84% Or perhaps, the intentional act of [? unspooling ?] comfort 00:01:59.720 --> 00:02:04.760 align:middle line:84% is to get at its irritated heart and confirm that even 00:02:04.760 --> 00:02:08.419 align:middle line:90% the purest odor stings. 00:02:08.419 --> 00:02:12.320 align:middle line:84% Lover, when I drive the nails to your chest, 00:02:12.320 --> 00:02:17.120 align:middle line:84% your mouth opens white and pasty like a moon. 00:02:17.120 --> 00:02:21.170 align:middle line:84% Do you see me waving back 20 years ago 00:02:21.170 --> 00:02:24.850 align:middle line:84% from the distant planets of my eyes?" 00:02:24.850 --> 00:02:26.000 align:middle line:90%