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A Boy in the City
S. Yarberry
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A Boy in the City
S. Yarberry
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In this debut collection of poetry, the obscure and mundane collide, a fricassee of movement, the cosmopolitan, and intimacy.
A Boy in the City uses poems as pillars to interrupt and excavate an interiority that unfolds and interrogates grim thoughts and intimacy. Yarberry weaves a sexy, glitzy journey through their city, where the speaker can "pose" and "compose" in a "trans way, of course." Clever in its playful allusions to Greek myths, William Blake, and other literary figures, A Boy in the City is a distinct work of joy and liberation that reckons with the language of gender and desire.
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But of course, there is a movementâ
cum and fogâ
revolution without beginning. How does one achieve eternal bliss? By saying: Mr. Mr. in the plainest of language. I occur. A cat meows. I want the heart of a tree when it has been raining. I want a stupendous smugness, and the selfâ as gentle as concernâ
to dispense its terrible truth.
I have sought for a joy without pain,
For a solid without fluctuation.
Why will you die, O Eternals?
Why live in unquenchable burnings?
âfrom The Book of Urizen by William Blake
THE
HISTORY
In the midst of the nightâ
you put your lips to the bare
of my back.
When your mouth is agape
itâs the start to a cave,
the shape of an opalâ
Inside your mouth
lives something to say, though
you donât say it. We live this way.
Your hand grabs
at my thigh, my hip. You sleep
and I wakeâ
I think in the night, before
the blankness takes back over:
Lover this, lover that. Opulent
gossip, circulates, through
the institutional hallway.
I see a crow: crow! I say.
Nobody cares. Which is more
than fineâ thereâs a note
on my desk, reads: Iâd steal a horse
for this. For this? I think.
Good God! Hazard Adams is
droning on about Blakeâs
âthoughtless handâ being somehow
mechanicâ like the seasons,
the planets. Can the universe
be mechanic? It bothers me.
Anyways, your
thoughtless handâ brushes
across my breast, the breast
I hate. Except you donât
kill me in this poemâ If I am
the fly, then I survive. Survive?
Thereâs something about me
that is falling fast asleep.
If the universe decides to take meâ
I hope it swallows me whole.
LIPS CRASH
WITH LIPS,
INEVITABLE
A modern catastrophe, we are, you and I. Blowing smoke
into the wind, napping on the couch. Rain hits the windows.
I doze in and out. Wet tires on the wet street. I dream
of peaches that hang like lanterns
in the dark. This is what we want: sex, then rest. Sex,
then rest. Anarchy, then composure.
You have another lover, who lives out of state. When she
texts youâ I think: Oh nuts! my heart is so breakable. A siren
startsâ a fire truck glowing in the storm. Later, weâll drink beers.
Our friends will wage themselves into the air. I have another love too,
u knoâ itâs hard to be alone. Itâs hard to be in love two-fold. How bizarre.
Barnacles are dying. How horrible to watch your life
go by and want so much. Those purple mountains, roughâ
mouths agape. You wake me upâ we kiss.
Ask: Whatâre we going to do today? Whatâre we going
to do? My whole life ignites. Weâll do it all. Everything.
CITY-BUILDERS
When your body meets my body
the world goes blank, we build
a new landscapeâ we call each structure
New New New then Work-In-Progress.
The pastoral lies somewhere beyond
the skyline. Weâve broken sweat.
We call each other âyes, yesâ then
âdonât stopâ then âdonât leave.â
We have new names, or our names
are new to us again. You pick
beetles and I pick rays to inhabit the city,
safe from extinction and then we play
a real game, where we pick
fallen hairs off one anotherâs bodiesâ
whoâs whoâ both dark and in varying
lengths. I donât have the words
for what we are building. Not exactly.
But the buildings have purpose
even if theyâre not all homes.
I am saying this city is untouched, unseen,
or unforeseen. I am saying you to...