I told the nurse To tell the nurse My ends are frayed My cables crossed
In a canoe in a cabin I used to work I tied a knot in a tire rim I remained calm I remained Calm I remained awake & respiratory
Weakness is weakness, none taken You know what they say—we’ve been lied to For the last time, time in a way lied To us but we’ll save that argument for another time
And yes, I’d like to remain anonymous And yes, I’d like to remain alone
Two Ambien one six-pack of Bud One tranquilizer dart one old letter Two framed photos of Me happy with You “Happy” I can’t remember The origin is fuzzy & uneasy The edges blur into the center Blurs into the edges & all-- A cat some food a litter box You left You left Even the windows are blacked out I Backed out of the driveway my job Was to do that successfully no Looking just feeling
Instantaneous math burst from me like a fucking Magician I am holding flower buds & a box Of chocolate turtles you are dying A Connecticut death, that’s my favorite phrase Though I know not what it means I feel Romantic around it, for it Have you ever felt love For words like Eventually they can or will Save or solve us? Eventually I will combust Eventually I will combine
This sonnet as my witness Your dreary goat’s head as my once-bride
Dillon J. Welch received his MFA in Poetry from NYU. His work has appeared in Jellyfish, Coldfront, inter|rupture, Pinwheel, Sixth Finch & other journals. He is the author of Impatient Inpatient, a collection of sonnets forthcoming from Big Lucks Books (March 2018). He lives in America.