Turning Thirty-Three by Matthew Gwathmey

Poet: Matthew Gwathmey Poem title: Turning Thirty Three Poem: I’ve been wearing a black ribbon pinned to my lapel for so long I can’t recall what for anymore. The wormhole essential to the scene. But I forgot the rest of space-time, lost shavings I tried harder to impart than most mortals or demigods. I muddied some rivers, clouded the deep, saw in double— what was and what was supposed to be. I wanted to give more eras to kites chasing after lightning, to electric sockets two by two, to the things of Earth that grew already trimmed— grandfather paradoxes, alternate timelines. I’ve been to that factory. Venus melted down and poured into bottles. Even drank from them. But I’ve yet to believe anything better than the feel of worn leather. End of poem. Credits: Poems are from Our Latest in Folktales. Copyright © 2019 Matthew Gwathmey. Reprinted by permission of Brick Books. Matthew Gwathmey lives in Fredericton, New Brunswick. He studied creative writing at the University of Virginia, and has work published in The Malahat Review, Crazyhorse, Prairie Fire, The Fiddlehead and The Iowa Review, as well as other literary magazines. He is currently working on his PhD at the University of New Brunswick. His first poetry collection, Our Latest in Folktales, was published by Brick Books in the spring of 2019.