carried the weight of my body—
of the horizon. My trembling hands translated
your form into a winged Assyrian bull,
a support of my desire, as a figure
of myth, circling, or a broken recording:
Beethoven’s sonata number fourteen,
opus twenty-seven in an endless loop, coursing
through the blood, in the head, repetitious, a lean
fragmentation of a longer body of work,
unlimited chorus, lush, a starling lung-ing
into the night with its song, transporting
its desire beyond impulse, the voice plunging
Residing in Cypress, Texas with his partner of ten years, David-Glen Smith teaches English Literature at Lone Star College – CyFair. He received his MFA at Vermont College, and his MA at the University of MO at St. Louis. Currently, he and his partner have welcomed a baby boy into their lives. For more information visit: http://davidglensmith.blogspot.com/.
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