This week, a poem by Brad Trumpfheller.

 

Reverse Aubade

 

1.

On the day Adam relinquished his right rib for love, God looks
down at the curved piece of bone & named her the last thing ever created.

the sun hangs in the air like an apple

 

2.

Adam was never in love, just had a dream once in a while. One day, God comes down
to the garden, asks Adam about his dreams, then touches him. He breaks.

the sun unrises

 

3.

God isn’t a god at all, is the older boy that Adam stares at in art class,
with the blonde hair, the one who knows the basketball court like he’s fucked it.

the sky trains itself into unfamiliar pinks

 

4.

God is smoking everything he shouldn’t be out of a pipe, sees Adam behind the CVS,
asks if he wants to hang out before school tomorrow, if he can meet him at dawn.
 

The night is always darkest just before

 

5.

Adam’s dreaming again & this time God isn’t wearing a thing & this time God
asks Adam to hold his hand & sit underneath the weird tree in the Heights together. 

the night sky bleeds starlight

 

6.

Adam waits by the stop sign in front of the basketball court & two boys wearing hats cross
the street & pin him down on the corner & the whole city smells like asphalt

the moon is a bruise

 

7.

God is wearing his black boots & now all Adam can taste is boots & teeth & God doesn’t
stop until Adam’s face looks like the sky if the sky was bleeding. A rib cracks.

 dusk comes with the speed of a falling apple

 

8.

Boys’ laughter        plants itself        in the street a garden        blooms
the sun        slinks behind the bone        white clouds        God looks
at the broken boy        & uncreates the world

——

BRAD TRUMPFHELLER is an undergraduate student at Emerson College. Their work has appeared in or is forthcoming from The Nashville Review, Assaracus, Muzzle, and elsewhere.



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One Response to “A Poem by Brad Trumpfheller”

  1. David Marshall 21 April 2017 at 2:40 PM #

    A terrific poem moving from beauty to terror in such a few very well chosen images. You broke off a piece of my heart. KEEP WRITING.



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