Dustin Hellberg














Morality

Self Portrait with Gravity















Morality

Why salt, natron, juniper oil, why all
these lists sewn up to sky, the the, slurry
of a dayís dehisce beaten back to innocence.
Let gravity do its work on your name
 
and watch the wick go saint, go out, and blame
the person youíre not for where youíve been,
what all your crosseyed family did and were.
No one comes and says, Hey, itís not your fault
 
nor will they. Lifeís a fizzled knot and stitch. When
I had surgery they stopped my heart with rain
forest frog venom, slough of green and orange
 
synthesized epidermal neurotoxin,
and imagine being so beautiful the world
had to give you a bright and poisonous skin.










Self Portrait with Gravity

Remember that day we squared the circle,
marched the horizon down to math?  That day
we watched the bee drown, you placed a veil
over the bread, called your hands veils, and touched
 
everything. What I want to tell you now:
I vouch that all the feet will turn your way.
Back, itís a long walk to the house youíve borrowed.
Combined, they were a grass rope we followed
 
when our arms were tanned, fields full of myrtle
and stammer. The bee is dead, veils fall slouch
where thereís never enough time for music
 
flown of its landscape like a paper gown,
when the flowers bloomed to earth like slow fuses
and the air followed you all the way down.











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