Sunday, April 29, 2007

Nate Pritts

Love Song from the Dawn of Time


Your most primal qualities turn my hands into fists,

shaggy orange hair, your sweet ape face.

A lever flips & I'm in my creature brain,

puffy red cheeks & green eyes. The real me

sits slumped in a chair & there's nothing he can do

to stop me. Lizards of the mind

breed in standing water. Every day I line up all the things

I love & give them names based on the dazzling

nature of their smiles. The mirror only shows the beast,

grunting about what he knows hurts most to hear.

Lost in the woods, there are two ways to save myself:

breathe the green of the trees & become more rooted

or scream my name & try to punch myself out.

Either way, I'm left alone

realizing that I wasn't what I wanted.



Nate Pritts is the author of Sensational Spectacular (forthcoming, BlazeVOX) as well as the chapbooks Winter Constellations (horse less) & Poems, Chiefly Descriptive of Various Birds & Flowers (forthcoming, Dusie). He is the editor of H_NGM_N, an online journal of poetry & poetics.