michael j. wilson
Handkerchief Code : Black
Where does black fall on the spectrum?
The question is not about light reaching from the recently eclipsed sun
sliding along sidewalks like water
I’m asking because God occasionally
drops a handkerchief a body a season
an entire generation in the middle of the road like it’s nothing
I won’t explain this to you reader
this is not explainable
go ask the internet
Years behind plywood doors hearing music from the next room
muffled voices sex sounds amplified by giant speakers movie screens a tap under the stall –
I expect you to know this already –
The chemical castration the re-education the therapy
electrocutions the religious belief in some high salvation –
The dead from AIDS the dead from suicide the dead from botched surgeries the dead from prison cells the dead from the very light being cast –
+ if the hankie dropped is black
some dominant submissive thing
from which side does God cast it out –
It would fall leaves or ash
touching no one it would land
on some sidewalk bathed in the light of spring
These handkerchiefs are called saints
are burning holes into our streets
Michael J. Wilson teaches at the Santa Fe University of Art & Design. His first book, A Child of Storm is out from Stalking Horse Press. He posts new work daily on his website - wilsonmj.com