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Beneath It

 William Taylor Jr
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William Taylor Jr. lives and writes in the Tenderloin neighborhood of San Francisco. His work has been published widely in journals across the...read more globe, including The New York Quarterly, The Chiron Review, and Poesy. An Age of Monsters, his first book of fiction, was published by Epic Rites Press in 2011. To Break the Heart of the Sun (Words Dance, 2016) is his latest collection of poetry. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and was a recipient of the 2013 Acker Award. He has a great and unironic love of both The Incredible Hulk and Olivia Newton-John
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It's the kind of night when all that's left
is the waiting for whatever  it is that seeks us
to arrive.

We've squandered our luck
and burned through mercy

and your eyes shine like stars that died
before their light ever made it
anywhere.

The bones of our lovesongs
are bleached and broken
and washed up on dirty beaches,
strewn about the sidewalks
of neighborhoods we're afraid to go.

The music of things is muted
and should we try and sing
the neighbors would complain.

People will try and tell you things
but there's not much that they know.

The moon's indifference
is a kind of mother

offering a love
we 'll never be equal to.

The hooker outside stands beneath it
and when I tell her I don't have a cigarette

she says,

It's just as well,
those things'll kill ya.

She spits and laughs like some
broken thing and says,

but then so will everything else.

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  3 years ago
I wish I wrote the 4th stanza which begins with "The bones of our love songs".
 

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