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Three Poems by Elias Baez



FOGGY MORNING

shear sunlight’s

shaggy wool

tease out color clumps

gauzy prism pulling apart

damp the sharp

a little

today spit-slicked its index finger

& thumb

to thread eyelet sunrise

driving for milk

roadside crumple train track

roadkilled bird

crimson rosella

red chest

blue wings blue cheeks twitching

flat feathers

winds nudge

wake up

like a kid

begging

an always sleepy mother

strung up on branches

on electric fences

barbed wire

like prayer flags

like open mouths


the ordinarily invisible

spiderwebs show themselves





From Lorne


morning after fire

scraggly curlicues


under shed bark

trunk topologies


IRL creamy

O'Keeffe strokes


juvenile branches

throw up leaves


it's forty years since

Ash Wedsnesday made way


for the modern hillside

fivehead houses


balconies jut, perch

on knobby stilts


angular fish

n artisinal chips


dry brush burns past

the shutdown pier


the hotel vacancies

like smoky alveoli


droopy grasses poke thru

roadside netting where


your dad parks the Triton

i say "that's cloud shadows


on the water, right?"

your mom says "the waves'


as well," then "the ocean's

about the perfect color


of a fishscale, yeah?"

& that is right




DON'T BE AFRAID


note: nuts: essential to the success of this recipe


because of the cake's soft

center, u can't rely on the usual


test for doneness: insert a cake tester and have it come out clean


if u die, we both get paid


... !


u stare at me like a tasty frosted Bundt cake


like the arrow that Amazonian stuck in the peephole

of Voznesensky's happily wretched door


like the horrible Sandworm rearing and gnashing

at guiltless Timothée


who didn't ask to be born !


now u stare like i'm not


knockoff kugelhupf

poundcake featured in Good Housekeeping


batter beaten blended stirred spooned spread

baked felt cooled loosened


inverted

glaze displayed


u store me tightly covered





Elias Baez lives in Baltimore, where he earned his MFA from Johns Hopkins in 2020. His poems have appeared in No Contact, Mantis, and Rougarou, and his micro-chapbook Sweet 'n Low was published by Ghost City Press in 2021. In 2023, his chapbook Barback will be published by Bullshit Lit.


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