i used to think sex was just a mirror you’d stand before and see monsters
now i know it’s something alive you slide a knife into that doesn’t even bleed
not much of a difference besides the pedigree
there are all kinds of dogs you can lay beneath
some with fancy haircuts & collars some with separation anxiety
i used to believe in things like beauty & kindness i used to tie up my hair & rouge my face
the first notes i got on my manuscript were that i couldn’t leave all the men who are dead to me and dead in my book nameless
so i went through with a red pen so i practiced resurrection
178 The Paris-American
sam
sax is a Fellow at The Michener Center for Writers & The Associate Poetry
Editor for Bat City Review. He's the
author of the chapbooks, A Guide to
Undressing Your Monsters (Button Poetry, 2014) &, sad boy / detective (Winner of the 2014 Black Lawrence Chapbook
Prize). His poems are forthcoming in Boston
Review, Hayden's Ferry Review, Minnesota Review, Normal School, Rattle
& other journals.