Everyday (I Gets) – Douglas Kearney


I play the stone
while old River tonguing me
could fret me to grit—
naw, not fret:
but loves me up what they do
what they do on the regular.
I’m a lover
when I’m fighting. Peaceful,
here-lately. When I cry, say:
he’s having River’s babies,
and so.

On the regular, I tend them,
I tend to look mad as I find me
more sand now, but naw.
I’m fitful
when I’m sleeping. Wakeful,
a minute. My ears wet
when I get up. Like drowning,
though I’ve never.
All my dreams Chevrolet heavy.
This land would swallow me
for one damn pearl.


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