The DMQ Review


The body is a camouflage in all these
Japanese neurochemicals, it's snowing patterns of dots
& mazes & crosshatches of looking all around
city blocks to find that lover who will make your soul
recognize itself in the world of concrete annoyances
& you can call it art, or the opposite of dying...
It doesn't matter that your hand is only the weight
of a single orange, because when it's gone
the absence is that much lighter, a blank piece of paper

less the weight of words, herringbone thoughts.

W.B. Keckler
Copyright 2003

W.B. Keckler's Sanskrit of the Body won in the National Poetry Series (2002) and has been published by Penguin. It's available online at and other sites, or at a chain-chain-chain bookstore near you.

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