Between the Sky & Earth, We Find More People, More Space

So, I sing -gon (γωνία) —


Bend to life like           the shallow spring I played in

& got high next to

 in the summers watching carefully

for watersnakes

& kingfishers


So, I sing -gon (γωνία) —


Angle my body,                       like a corner into you

forgetting that the hope of sleep

brings just another

boring tomorrow


So, I sing -gon (γόνος) —


Follow my mother

& hers back to a city,

the landscape of steel                the bridges

& lives forever ended

or covered by the progress

I sit in today

on this computer typing


So, I sing -gon (γόνος) —


Meditate on the coil of manhood          twisted from my father

& his    passed down like a      wreath or

crown of

blood & silence

a mantle of unknowing

            born through this name this skin

these questions of the distance

 between living

& going on

Nicodemus Nicoludis is a poet, adjunct and bookseller living in Queens, NY. He is the author of the chapbook Natural History (Rot House Books, 2018) and his work can be found in Yes, Poetry, Reality Hands, and elsewhere.