Jericho Brown, from The Tradition; “Night Shift”
[Text ID: “because he hurt me / With a violence I mistook for desire.”]
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This is what our dying looks like. You believe in the sun. I believe I can't love you.
Another Elegy ["This is what our dying looks like"], Jericho Brown
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Jericho Brown, in conversation with The Kenyon Review [transcript in ALT]
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And I sing, again, those songs because I know
The value of sweet music when we need to pass
The time without wondering what rots beneath our feet.
Jericho Brown, Shovel
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— Ganymede, Jericho Brown, in '100 Queer Poems, an anthology' (2022)
[text ID: I mean, don't you want God / To want you? Don't you dream / Of someone with wings taking you / Up?]
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This is what our dying looks like.
You believe in the sun.
I believe I can't love you.
Another Elegy by Jericho Brown
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the tradition - jericho brown
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The New Testament, Jericho Brown
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jericho brown the new testament: “another elegy [‘this is what our dying looks like’]”
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Jericho Brown, from The Tradition; “Duplex”
[Text ID: “A poem is a gesture toward home.”]
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This is what our dying looks like.
You believe in the sun. I believe
I can't love you. Always be closing,
Said our favorite professor before
He let the gun go off in his mouth.
I turned 29 the way any man turns
In his sleep, unaware of the earth
Moving beneath him, its plates in
Their places, a dated disagreement.
Let's fight it out, baby. You have
Only so long left—a man turning
In his sleep—so I take a picture.
I won't look at it, of course. It's
His bad side, his Mr. Hyde, the hole
In a husband's head, the O
Of his wife's mouth. Every night,
I take a pill. Miss one, and I'm gone.
Miss two, and we're through. Hotels
Bore me, unless I get a mountain view,
A room in which my cell won't work,
And there's nothing to do but see
The sun go down into the ground
That cradles us as any coffin can.
"Another Elegy," Jericho Brown, from The New Testament
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Jericho Brown, in conversation with The Kenyon Review [transcript in ALT]
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You come with a little
Black string tied
Around your tongue,
Knotted to remind
Where you came from
And why you left
Jericho Brown, Second Language
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