from Movie Star in Action Film

Please know us is why I put
Sunscreen on a linden tree, a river
In another river. This morning
I woke up wearing the ugliest font.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
His daughter is gone and I don’t
Know what to say other than sorry
And grab your gun, grab your gun’s gun,
Make that face that makes
The night growl. Gravity can’t save
What we are hunting.
Every song with a beat makes me
Think of you. I would be so sad if you
Were stolen. Please never be
Stolen, OK? You can’t spell
Kidnapped without car chase,
You can’t spell anything tongue-tied
In a trunk, surrounded by three beating
Hearts of an octopus. Lungs should
Never grow seaweed. Drugs are bad.
Everything becomes noise
When you close your eyes
Or try to speak in enjambment.

C. J. Miles lives in Iowa with his wife. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Forage, Star*Line, Amaryllis, and Algebra of Owls. Follow him on Twitter at @cjmilespoet.

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