John Paul Martinez
POETRY BY JOHN PAUL MARTINEZ
WHAT THE SKY CAN’T KEEP IS MOSTLY RAIN
In the long field,
I ode.
Why still then the goose
-bumps in the angry
August light?
Feet above the ground,
the swallows practice
evasion—this tree line
charged with song. Hopefully,
if I keep still enough, the insects
will use me for travel, that they
will arrive safely to their tiny destinations.
If I keep still enough, perhaps the field
will teach me silence.
What I need to tell you is
that June bugs live
up to four years,
that they continue
to exist even when
that month expires.
Four Junes.
My god.
I have not moved in so long,
even the clouds are beginning to worry.
May the wind pull me
out of my body.