You can no more waterboard yourself
than sneak up on yourself at a party
where you suffer
hiccups like knives in your sternum.
A truth will remain inaccessible
behind the eye of the moon,
pain it takes a team of physicians
even to name. A robe of chemical
accelerant pools underfoot.
Men in suits & leather gloves assemble
an invisible plane through pantomime,
& their anonymous prisoners
come to believe their altitude is deadly.
Your burden of national insignificance
turns into a black star
installed in a hollow lobby. It has only
the one point:
you can complicate your relationship
with water only so much before the brother
you swam out with
admits he was not planning to return
Listen:
W. M. Lobko’s poems, interviews, and reviews have appeared in journals such as Kenyon Review, The Paris-American, and Spinning Jenny; work is forthcoming from Boston Review. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and was a semi-finalist for the 92Y/Boston Review “Discovery” Prize. He studied at the University of Oregon, currently teaches in the New York City area, and serves as an editor of TUBA, a new quarterly review of poetry and art.
Feature image by Jenny Holzer, X Conclusion, 2014.
Oil on linen, 80 x 62 x 1 1/2 in. (203.2 x 157.5 x 3.8 cm).
Photo credit: © Jenny Holzer. Reproduction, including downloading of Jenny Holzer works is prohibited by copyright laws and international conventions without the express written permission of Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York.
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