Roberto Montes

MEMORY IS NOT

 

 

Memory is not another

 

Man talking

 

With a full mouth

 

The foam lake recedes

 

The red hen spits up

 

Her downy skull

 

Isn’t it unacceptable

 

In the current political climate

 

To be in love

 

You said

 

Showed me

 

The castanet in your bed

 

Warm to the touch

 

As if embarrassed

 

The roughage of

 

Planetary fitness

 

Many are proud of

 

There’s no real reason

 

I haven’t written to you

 

For this long

 

If you can believe it

 

It just fell together

 

A designer’s trick

 

To soften the edges

 

They multiplied them

 

Against us

 

Copper salt

 

Before a sudden change

 

I’m still unsure of

 

When we wanted to die

 

It seemed so easy to survive

 

One thousand cuts

 

Found you pacing

 

In a recognizable state

 

Occam’s razor

 

The human thumb

 

Capable of what

 

The mind is not

 

More or less lucky

 

I remember the doctor said

 

Smiling you have no idea

 

What Freud says about this

 

He was very excited

 

I was glad

 

I could help

HOW TO BE A POET

UNDER THE NEW REGIME

 

 

I.

 

I’m not interested in being a poet

 

 

 

II.

 

I’m not interested in being a poet

 

There is no such thing as a poet

 

 

 

III.

 

The work is enough

 

 

 

IV.

 

The longform poets assure us

 

The work is enough

 

 

 

V.

 

The men who enter your neighbors’ homes

 

To disappear its inhabitants

 

Assure us

 

The work is enough

 

 

 

VI.

 

The grey pine outlives

 

The loss of its bark

 

 

 

VII.

 

The grey pine

 

Torn to soothe a momentary hunger

 

 

 

VIII.

 

The longform poets assure us

 

There is no such thing

 

As a momentary hunger

 

 

 

IX.

 

The future notwithstanding

 

 

 

X.

 

The future notwithstanding

 

The fine print of a man

 

 

 

XI.

 

We do what we must

 

 

 

XII.

 

There is no such thing

 

As a poet

 

 

 

XIII.

 

I’m not interested

 

Withstanding

 

What we must

 

 

 

XIV.

 

The sap that stains their fingers

 

Their gums

 

 

 

XV.

 

I’m not interested in enough

biography

ROBERTO MONTES is the author of I DON’T KNOW DO YOU, named one of the Best Books of 2014 by NPR and a finalist for the 2014 Thom Gunn Award for Gay Poetry from The Publishing Triangle. His poetry has appeared in or is forthcoming from The Lambda Literary Spotlight, Guernica, PEN America, and elsewhere. A new chapbook, GRIEVANCES, is available from the Atlas Review TAR chapbook series.