B(Earth)day
Matthew Schmidt
I’m shoving fat candles into dirt,
blowtorching the wicks and tooting
horns.
I couldn’t render enough tallow
to properly honor over 4 billion years,
sorry,
you have so many hills.
I’m shoving fat candles into dirt,
blowtorching the wicks and tooting
horns.
I couldn’t render enough tallow
to properly honor over 4 billion years,
sorry,
you have so many hills.
The cousin had called my thesis advisor and said something like, “Hey, film professor cousin, can you do this film for us?” and my thesis advisor was like, “Hey, no. But I know a guy who is still unemployed four months after graduation and is about to get evicted.”
He started as a single Clay Aiken, the one we all knew with the smiling face and aw-shucks demeanor
It’s clear that most of these students hate Sal, Dean, and Kerouac.
Look, you smile too much or too little, both at the wrong times, and people don’t like you.
We turned off the game and drove to the mountains, a dead dog in the backseat
And she doesn’t know a word of German, except “bier.”
One day I came across an inverted map of the Western Hemisphere. Cape Horn was in Alaska's usual position. I felt very disturbed, like air was flooding into the space above North America and
love becoming, like an apple,
this requires time, starred
blossom, then summer, the attention
of bees, grown men
bow their heads, concentrating
on the national anthem
in stadiums
After watching the TEDx Talk, I initially thought, “I wonder if everyone who watches that video will try to write a memoir.”
I want as a reader to be transformed and thrown off balance by what I read, and I try to do that for my reader as well.