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Adrian Blevins is the author of Bloodline (Hollyridge Press, 2012).

Hey You

Adrian Blevins
Back when my head like an egg in a nest  
was vowel-keen and dawdling, I shed my slick beautiful 
and put it in a basket and laid it barefaced at the river 
among the taxing rocks. My beautiful was all hush 
and glitter. It was too moist to grasp. My beautiful 
had no tongue with which to lick—no discernable 
wallowing gnaw. It was really a breed of destruction 
like a nick in a knife. It was a notch in the works 
or a wound like a bell in a fat iron mess. My beautiful 
was a drink too sopping to haul up and swig!
Therefore with the trees watching and the beavers abiding 
I tossed my beautiful down at the waterway against 
the screwball rocks. Even then there was no hum.  
My beautiful was never ill-bred enough, no matter what 
you say. If you want my blue yes everlasting, try my 
she, instead. Try the why not of my low down, 
Sugar, my windswept and wrecked.

From Live from the Homesick Jamboree by Adrian Blevins. Copyright © 2010 by Adrian Blevins. Used by permission of Wesleyan University Press.

Adrian Blevins

Adrian Blevins is the author of Bloodline (Hollyridge Press, 2012).