harm

Alex Wennerberg (2016)


(Originally released by Bottlecap Press, now out of print)


hello

snow like little milk wings

music on a small speaker


the cleanest mind i've ever seen

the strongest twig i've ever seen, haha


you sing on a big stage

when i was ten i played violin


in this friendly bed i talk to ghosts

i wave a flag of dust,

unthinking

24 karats of ash


i'm in love with a blue fish

a blue so deep it could save you


& here we are

sad eyes pointing

mere white air

can you believe this

ah,

fingers watertwirling,

unregulated,

moving like a black shoe


folded (not coddled)

i saw a chocolate bar in

half i swim in pools of liquid

gold and it's ok that we can't

talk because when we are

together we don't riot inside


i feel like you've been here before, in fact you know it

we roll down a hill without trying

our hands dissolve into tiny crystals


poem 1

there is harm between our fingers

& i sewed a sweater out of harm


(harm harm harm harm harm)


i put my eyelids on fire


cold towel; steel wool

small broken house board drifting


eggshell white,

covered in snot,


ORGAN GRINDER ORGAN GRINDER

i want to never die


whats wrong why don't you talk

noggin tips:

(quiet addict)

kiss my specky eyes


i know exactly what i want

this is new territory


can we do it without touching my hair


i'm sorry things got all mangled


palmful of ash


river rocks

when you cry i cry

there's no one down here


too good to be true

sitting

whale-ish

by an

angel

lake

it's so weird to push

i crack a bottle in my

hands

like ice

i wipe my blue

hands

clean

soft like with a

friend

i just wanna say

i feel you

at least a little bit


i've never felt as home as in these socks

white hairs

glove

chop

my carrot

hands

like little stars


i hold your

marble

sight

in them

faded a light pink


lightless room

model

citizen

tied up

in a pink little bow


cook your tiny thoughts & know your

self

there's no one coming for you


(and yet,

this place is not as

cruel as you think)


magic poem / price of progress

handful of death,

scrubbed away,

& we kissed

i am very tired


finger trap

pull the pin out of my mouth


tell me what to do next


i can't talk myself out of this one


we were getting too close

strangers gathered on a small towel

no fences

one million miles of

air

grass

completely free red moon

so soft and sticky when you tear it apart

a thick jacket

keeps my shoulders from the cold


to see yourself as a person

i sew my cuts with an icicle

you compose a little smile

i can move the whole ocean

lightning cannot stop me


not ice but something stronger, less cold


picking bleeding flies out of molasses

its time to change the bandage on your nose


we're creating our new little home together

it's funny how you can live through anything


eyelash soup

tell me even the

smallest

thing

i won't listen


handling raw soap

with gloves on

i squeeze my knuckles

right out of my hands


themed prom

red milk

without caution

am i being the best me that i can be?

dye a hero dye a hero


why can't i do this for you

i've never eaten; i've

only been sucking on rocks,

please forgive me


bad tree poem

bad tree

rough tree

bad tree

i am afraid of everything


despite everything i can't stop trying

your eyes are empty

your hands are cold

rollerblading on a blue

night


i'm sliding

down a mountain

the friendly

sun is shining

again anyway

as if with a pulse


if not then what?

it's all a big dumb mystery

like pushing my thumb into soft clay


waterfalls of fire / waterfalls of ice

i eat green peas with a fork

i feel like it shouldn't be this easy


amberstuck

ketchup fingers

free your tigers

what are you afraid of

what are you afraid of

what are you afraid of


i write my feelings sincere

i feel it is 1997 & the rain is doing its 1997 rain

beige computers


future skeletons

save yourself

you tiny bringer of trees you

terrifying accident of nature

you loved them in spite of

how really strange it all was


i know it's your first time here but the only rule is not to kill anything, not to kill even the smallest part of anything

there's nothing beautiful here

go home


acknowledgments

"hello" originally appeared in Pajama Party Zine.


"i feel like you've been here before, in fact you know

it" originally appeared in fog.


"i know it's your first time here but the only rule is

not to kill anything, not to kill even the smallest

part of anything" originally appeared in Truman State

University's The Monitor.


"poem 1" and "what's wrong why don't you talk"

originally appeared in Prelude.


"& here we are" originally appeared in Potluck.


"cold towel; steel wool" originally appeared in The

Moon Zine.


"themed prom" and "amberstuck" originally appeared in

Wu-Wei Fashion Mag.


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