sam sax

Last Love Poem # 9



If you stick around long enough

You find love

Is a victim

Of circumstance.

How romantic.

You’re around.

I suppose you’ll do.

Of course humans have more

Than five senses:

Balance, Temperature, Acceleration, A tolerance for pain.

& there you are

always strangling rodents in my hair.

& there am i

Small mattress in the mouth

of an owl, an acceptable meat.

Unclear weather.

Predatory bird, you took

My leather hood

How a sad woman

Takes to water.

Broth made from the bones

Of tame animals.

For those who never die

What’s it like

To keep eating

The dead names

Of those you love?

I’ve only had one

& he’s become the wound

I worship, he is still

Turning his feathered head

In the ground.

If you live long enough

Your bound

To repeat… or no,

That’s enough

Just there


If you live.

You’re bound.


sam sax is the author of bury it forthcoming from Wesleyan University Press 2017. He’s received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, Bread Loaf, & The Michener Center for Writers where he served as the Editor-in-chief of Bat City Review. He’s the two time Bay Area Grand Slam Champion & the author of four chapbooks. His poems are forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Ploughshares, Poetry, + other journals + he’s most recently the winner of the 2016 Iowa Review Award.