Work in Progress for Amanda-Gaye’s new collection “Dialogue on New Landscapes”

by theoystermangrove





Tobacco- burnt, smells like rotting,

wise logs, nails stained. Teeth bluing at the gum line.


Many rings, many wives! This old pine bends and sloughs.

 Oh, a fire here:

this is a bad year for  bark-bound parasites.  Lush and burst 

 the pillows which close over my boyish heart—


“How are your hearts?” She asked

            “I never cared for pink or yellow, but I am enough of a girl” I replied

 A few days later, I realize while pissing at work that if I drink enough

coffee, I still smell like you—

one year later.