Imagined Community

V. Joshua Adams

 

1.

Lacy, leafless Chinese elms

canopy a man in brown.

Public housing trailers peel

but the home for sex offenders

has fresh paint on its pickets.

Up and down the sidewalk

women pick up trash in sweats,

faces older than their limbs suggest.

A couple parks, and watches them

from a lipstick eighties Coup de Ville.

The Hamlet overture ties us

to its gloomy strings, while, to front

a shiny pair of chrome nuts

dangles from a pickup.


2.

Bruise parka, fleece acqua:

Persian doll-face kittens dance

over greys and pinks 

made where by whom from what

smashed noses short

(but not too short).

Exhaust rattles the heat-shield & blanches the crabgrass.

Chain-link 

moats the school. Children file, one finger to their lips,

another in the air.

what skies await, what seas

Bloodshot, wind-blind, blacktop soaks

a cracked rubber sole

to the cardboard underfoot.


3.

Change the radio. Enough Tchaikovsky.

Sonorous voice: Much of Aleppo has been leveled

Sonorous voice: The civilians were being evacuated on buses to the countryside

but the buses were shelled instead. 

Clatter of accent, pitch. Civilians on the radio now,

men and women shouting, slicing up static

with stories. Bombed-out hospitals. Limp bodies.

Change the radio. Enough civilians.

"Forget the hearse, cause I never die." Yes.


4.

The tetrahedron is a mega church.

Outside, the sign says HAVE A BLESS DAY

every day, to the brownfields, dueling car washes,

& blinking Payday lenders.

A broad avenue drops sidewalks to ditches.

Past the old ice tower flaking stone

a white stretch pulls a horse trailer.

At home there are checks, paperwork, dishes.

Cardboard boxes full of unused toys.

A letter from Iceland describing the minimum criteria.

A stack of Victorian Living

piles on An Intimate History of Humanity.


V. Joshua Adams is the author of a chapbook, Cold Affections (Plan B Press, 2018). Work of his has appeared or is forthcoming in Posit, Painted Bride Quaterly, Mud Season Review, Jet Fuel Review, Tupelo Quarterly, and elsewhere. He teaches literature and writing at the University of Louisville.

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