Use Your Words

You said bad men waited inside
your mouth, which meant a fire
 
was catching. We drove toward
a cloud of smoke that rose above
 
the city. In the mirror, I saw
the wide belt strapped across
 
your chest, and on the radio,
men stormed the gates
 
in another country. I do
love you, you said, looking out.
 
The window held the sun
flatly. I held my breath. The brush
 
had not been cleared in weeks,
and the mountain prepared to burn.

From Forgive the Body This Failure (Four Way Books, 2018). Copyright © 2018 by Blas Falconer. Used with the permission of Four Way Books.

From Forgive the Body This Failure (Four Way Books, 2018). Copyright © 2018 by Blas Falconer. Used with the permission of Four Way Books.

Blas Falconer