PUT YOUR FEET UP, Matthew Robb Brown

Put Your Feet Up
by Matthew Robb Brown

This page is an ancient recording device 
            that carries us through time to you.

silence on our lips 
but language in our hands.  —Nicholas Samaras

Recording our words changed our consciousness:
How one speaks like a friend from the grave.
Recording music changes it further.
But there’s a movie scene I can’t unsee.

I need good words, good music, good images,
that my heart be carpeted, my intellect furnished, and you can
put your feet up perhaps, one day in me.

There is no life without language. Your statutes rolled out the
blue sky, cut out these cottonwoods electric in the wind. You typed
up the DNA of my body and soul. You wrote me like a poet,
still revising damaged stanzas.

When I was young, did I cry out all the tears I had
on myself, that now I should be so dry?
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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