so can’t i

a poem by jacob berg

so can’t i. dullstyle, 2020.

drive-by, i’m
little league. absolutely
bush yknow i’d
tell y’if i
found ya. once
when a poet spoke
the pews raptured
like expectant hands,
silent of wanting,
lightning in the distance,
cars by the front
porch on a busy
street what your
friends don’t live on.
now consonants
are a crime’s why
mosquitos dangle
needlepoint from
the sun. why stucco’s
on the ceiling. why



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Jacob Berg

Jacob Berg

poet, artist, theorist. passionately curious.