LITTLE SHOFAR (shouting):<\/p>\n
OH, BUDDY, I KNOW, I KNOW! THE ABSENCE BRUSHING BUT OH, YOU BLEARY AND BRIMMING THING! WHAT IS ALL OF THIS BUT PROOF THE CANTOR (singing):<\/p>\n here is the name of the country here at the lip of the knife is the throat here is the part of the story \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0here is the part of the story THE TALLOW MAN (digging in his dirty, dirty ear):<\/p>\n Here\u2019s the thing of it: PANTS (after I tell him of you):<\/p>\n Oh goodness, what a thing, what a thing! I\u2019m thankful we are sitting down! Jeremy Radin <\/strong>is a poet and actor living in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared (or are forthcoming) in Winter Tangerine, Cosmonauts Avenue, Union Station, Nailed, Bodega,<\/em> and others, and his first book, Slow Dance with Sasquatch<\/em>, is available from Write Bloody Publishing. You may have seen him on It\u2019s Always Sunny in Philadelphia<\/em> or yelling about wolves in like a Jamba Juice or something. Follow him @germyradin <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" LITTLE SHOFAR (shouting): OH, BUDDY, I KNOW, I KNOW!THE BULLETS! THE BONES! THE BANANAS! THE BOAT! THE ABSENCE BRUSHINGYOUR BODY THROUGH ITS HAIR! BUT OH, YOU BLEARY AND BRIMMING THING!BUT OH, YOU BUMBLING, BUMBLING MARVEL! WHAT IS ALL OF THIS<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":384,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9926],"tags":[22230],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1111"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/384"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1111"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2262,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1111\/revisions\/2262"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
THE BULLETS! THE BONES! THE BANANAS! THE BOAT!<\/em><\/p>\n
YOUR BODY THROUGH ITS HAIR!<\/p>\n
BUT OH, YOU BUMBLING, BUMBLING MARVEL!<\/p>\n
THAT ALL OF THIS IS WORKING?<\/em><\/p>\n
that picks your past from its teeth<\/em><\/p>\n
that used to sing you to sleep<\/p>\n
where slaughter steals your eyes<\/p>\n
where you must be the lullaby <\/em><\/p>\n
Each day I wake up
boil a couple eggs,
& make sure there\u2019s
food in the cat\u2019s bowl.
Some days I take
myself to the movies.
Love that Bogart.
Some days, to look
at the fish. What
do angels know
about this kind
of happiness.
I know when
the baker
pulls the bread
from the oven.
I know where
the swans
will gather.
All the teeth-
marks have
fallen out
of my heart.
Once I went
eight months
without
changing
my sheets.
Some animals
it\u2019s bright colors.
I smell the way
I want to smell.<\/em><\/p>\n
My knees, they\u2019ve turned to little fogs!
My heart makes the sounds of a night in the swamp! Stars unzipping their dresses!
Toads and their heroic belching! Oh, Friend, I want to know everything!
Don\u2019t tell me more!
I can\u2019t decide!
I want to parade you down Market Street on my shoulders!
What color is her hair – no, no, don\u2019t say!
I\u2019ll imagine a rush of golden moons falling over a freckled shoulder!
I could kiss you! Kissing!
I see it in your future!
Look, here in my cup of coffee!
Of course, the wedding will have to be spectacular!
Processions of geese, clarinets and cellos!
Baskets and baskets of hyacinth petals! What a blessing, what a blessing!
Oh, I hope I\u2019m not getting ahead of myself.
But it is exactly that I must hope!
God bless the keepers of our softest secrets.
Not even my nieces have been to my home.
But the whole world.
The whole! world!
It is scrambling
to be
for you.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n