Three Poems
Erik Fuhrer
[god is liquid in the tempest]
of carbon atoms that
split
and chatter
pattern upon
the sky that was just a stain of blood
toothbright inside
insight into the molecular spattern of light
grotesque aftersin
calculate the velocity
of all those bodies
that stagger so swiftly
to the tune of an openwide satisfied stutter to the stagger of
[simple toxins]
secreted by
invertebrate skin cells
matriculate in bloodurine
your body
is hemmorageswing
temporary solution:
shut
your pores
to the sound of wail belly
scrub
your lipcrossed
ligaments
in the cicadic night
[an indication that there are not enough fracked fissures]
a whole mile of hole
will extend the life
of an imaginary body
a body
that’s scribbled
with holes
without lungs
without breath
without body a fraction
of the fissured frack
a snap
in the weight
of naphthalene
a squatter of matter
tipping the splatter
to the surface
Erik Fuhrer holds an MFA from the University of Notre Dame. His work has appeared in BlazeVox, Dream Pop Press, Crab Fat Magazine, Noble/Gas Qrtrly, and various other venues. He currently lives in Indiana with his wife.
