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Bench Saw

Bench Saw I hate the sound: like the inside of an iron beehive. I’m too young to know it doesn’t mean welcome. I watch you trace pencil-lines into cedar shakes for driving through the screaming blade: hoping. I walk further into myself: writing words on reams of wood pulp with Orion’s Belt tied around my neck. I miss you at dawn, even the rank of kerosene. Waking in afternoon to a thundering clap of a falling tree. I look out to the backyard: bare with stalagmites 56 of tree stumps you say I owe too much wonder. I hear you feed the bench saw; leaving only the angry din to say what we won’t to one another. MATT VEKAKIS http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

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Publisher
University of North Carolina Press
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Copyright © Berea College
ISSN
2692-9244
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2692-9287

Abstract

I hate the sound: like the inside of an iron beehive. I’m too young to know it doesn’t mean welcome. I watch you trace pencil-lines into cedar shakes for driving through the screaming blade: hoping. I walk further into myself: writing words on reams of wood pulp with Orion’s Belt tied around my neck. I miss you at dawn, even the rank of kerosene. Waking in afternoon to a thundering clap of a falling tree. I look out to the backyard: bare with stalagmites 56 of tree stumps you say I owe too much wonder. I hear you feed the bench saw; leaving only the angry din to say what we won’t to one another. MATT VEKAKIS

Journal

Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Apr 29, 2021

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