I’ve begun to love brokenness, not
the elegant lightning of gold a Japanese
potter uses to mend a bowl, not the soft glow
after a year in recovery, but the thrown
piston rod that ground us to a halt by the tiles
of Utah salt, the searing recriminations
that tumble with the dryer at the end
of my first marriage, the blood I wipe
from his eyes as my older brother
drives to the hospital (both of us stoned,
leery of the cops), our mother’s spiked
and withering unforgiveness, the spine
of the cat twisted up and rising behind
the car that struck it, the balled fist
I shook before my father’s face—stuff
that can’t be prettified or taken back,
the tarry stink of it before it congeals.
Please flood my senses, god. Thrust
the blood cloth into my hands so I
can mash in salt, dunk it in cold water.
Let my bipolar friend shake in my arms.
Let me tend to the homeless man steaming
on the city grate. I’ll do my best to love, love
without any lesson waiting in the wings.
Santa Cruz poet laureate David Allen Sullivan’s books include: Strong-Armed Angels, Every Seed of the Pomegranate, a book of co-translation with Abbas Kadhim from the Arabic of Iraqi Adnan Al-Sayegh, Bombs Have Not Breakfasted Yet, and Black Ice. Most recently, he won the Mary Ballard Chapbook poetry prize for Take Wing, and published Black Butterflies Over Baghdad with Word Works Books. He teaches at Cabrillo College, where he edits the Porter Gulch Review with his students, lives in Santa Cruz with his family, and his website is: https://dasulliv1.wixsite.com/website-1.