on my wall
in shame—
the slightest taxidermy
thrills me. Fish
forever leaping
on the living-room wall—
paperweights made
from skulls
of small animals.
I want to wear
your smile on my sleeve
& break
your heart like a horse
or its leg. Weeks of being
bucked off, then
all at once, you're mine—
Put me down.
I want to call you thine
to tattoo mercy
along my knuckles. I assassin
down the avenue
I hope
to have you forgotten
by noon. To know you
by your knees
palsied by prayer.
Loneliness is a science—
consider the taxidermist's
tender hands
trying to keep from losing
skin, the bobcat grin
of the living.
From Dear Darkness by Kevin Young (Knopf, 2008)
Kevin Young did it! He broke my heart!
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | December 12, 2020 at 09:26 AM
I'm struck by how he invents outrageous images for retribution, all of them exactly right. It's all too common to forget Kevin Young's poetic achievement while considering his public service to the art. His poem, "Crowning" is another marvel. Thanks for posting "I am Trying to Break Your Heart."
Posted by: Grace Schulman | December 12, 2020 at 11:18 AM