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What Cops Do: What We Do & other poems

By Patrick Norris.

WHAT COPS DO: WHAT WE DO

The annoying people touch claws.
They might be the sun.
They have so much power.

I become fog in the tradition of fog,
settling over a golden river.

You become a little girl and cannot swim.

Every night I see your hair.

LEVERS

A man sees a blue light in the window.
He pushes a lever. It looks like a lever.

Some dogs run from a hole.
Some dogs run from a hole in the wall.

This is how we meet.

LUCIFURGE

Inside your chest
there is a skeleton-light

Glowing from roofs of other houses

Moths kiss the tall windows
Golden & nude

The night we fucked
You didn’t want

to end up
like your father

The small river woven into the leaves

Dirge of twilight
his face
neither bible nor snow

Soon I’m going to confess everything
to those awkward wrists

when God sleeps
pretend you’re alive

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Patrick Norris is a twenty-nine year old male currently living in Athens, GA. He spends his time working, writing, and birding.

First published in 3:AM Magazine: Monday, November 19th, 2012.