THE BAROMETER IN MY NECK by Trace Peterson

Philip Good & Trace Peterson
Wednesday, December 4, 2019, 8:00 pm
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THE BAROMETER IN MY NECK

I love this scroll bar, increasing in density

your paw on my shoulder a gentle, foggy

offering. Meanwhile, I’m hunched

against some crooked shoulder-length wall tones

trying to determine how Leigh

Bowery can see out from inside that full immersion

wig. In the Bowery, there’s this cobbled

Salvador Dali, leathery together

but then suddenly this moat appears

around my voice. You should come over,

you should try to be my cobbled life

says the worn-away toe of the boot, as it turns

back into a lucky nightclub. “If we’d stayed there

two minutes longer, you’d have been the filling

in a sandwich.” In this poem, I’m spread all

over town. I’m reaching toward the rough-

smooth line of your chin, a polluted creek, a non-

elegiac context without piazzas dangling from

the scenery. You can take another’s voice,

and mock their lack, but Dali will get it back.

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