Tonight, My Dead Friends, I Remember Youby N. M. Courtright Have
you seen the Suya Staring at the stars, I am spoken to of sacrifice: And your knees are scabby: you are children Meanwhile, in Brazil, the Suya are giving up their faces are like your faces. And stray dogs tear through the midnight streets. Oh, how they tear through the dumpsters and I ask childish questions like No, they say, Copyright © 2005, N. M. Courtright Image Credit: Copyright © Herm Perez N. M. Courtright, an Ohio native, currently resides in Austin, Texas. His poetry has recently appeared or is forthcoming in The Diagram, Caketrain, Scrivener’s Pen, Dirt, The Pebble Lake Review, and The American Drivel Review. |