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Three Poems – Dalton Day

I Am a River in the Body of a Person Drowning in a River

I am a river
in the body of a person
drowning in a river.

There are knives buried
in my mud.

There are people buried
in my mud
& I am holding the knives
in my thousand hands.

A girl is cooling
her own hands in my body.

I am a boy
holding her hands
with my river

& the knives are melting
the people are going
& they are clean.

I am given wings
to replace
all my severed hands.

A jaguar is swimming
without a care
in the world.

Double Just to Have
after Raja Gemini

Your head splits open
not in a violent way

there is far too much sun-
to be violent

& the trees

they have begun
to burn

to the sky’s dark dust

without a worry of possibili-
much like you

& your head

with its eyes
& their own impossible
set against the sun

what are you if not a tower
blooming with honeycomb

What are you
if not a tower
blooming with


I think
I can see your skull

I think
I can see flowers

Honeycomb Brocade
after Alexander McQueen

I am wearing a
dress of bees
there are pock-
ets pockets filled with
smoke and ash from which
peaches are growing
from my body
me into ghosts of smaller
& smaller suns
they won’t
stop getting older the bees
are where they are sup-
posed to be
sewn into my
shoulders can you even
see me
through the
do you
think I look like a tree
you could
& keep climbing

while everyone
you love the animals
of the world

wait patiently be-

Dalton Day is a trembling dog person, Pushcart nominee, & MFA candidate in The New Writer’s Project. He is the author of the chapbooks Fake Knife & TANDEM, & his poems have been featured in PANK, Hobart, & Everyday Genius, among others. He helps edit FreezeRay Poetry, Souvenir Lit & can be found at & @lilghosthands.

I Am a River in the Body of a Person Drowning in a River & Honeycomb Brocade were both previously published in [Pank]

All three poems were previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance issue #011

Filed under: Poetry

About the Author

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Jeremiah Walton is wary of bios, but there's the current sign they're flying: “Jeremiah Walton is founder of Nostrovia! Press & traveling bookstore Books & Shovels. They’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival, Oakland Beast Crawl, San Francisco Lit Crawl, Death Rattle, the Kansas City Poetry Throwdown, Cleveland’s Guide to Kulchur: Snoetry, among other lit fests, street corners, & living rooms across the country. They loath-themselves, & are struggling to find a healthy extension of the poem that incorporates publishing. Consistently confused, & trying to make space for compassion for the parts of myself I hate.” That feels like tattooing "love me" across my neck, but hopefully you get to know me thru my poems, not the accolades that are nothing more than memories to let go of.

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