Trapper Markelz

A hazy ending of the fearful and the famous

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I used to cut plastic rings for the seals,
released from the cans they carried,
now discarded petroleum knives to sever

pup necks and puffin spawn. Maybe
there’s a turtle out there with a Starbucks straw
lynching its nostril because of my iced latte —

another life ended with benighted…

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The left brain says, make a plan.

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I’m running out of things to say.
I’ve told you all that I know
of cycles and circles
and dream language.

The left brain says, make a plan.
The right brain says,
don’t make a plan for anything.

We are drips that make our own path
down a pane of…

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brown postcards from camp

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You Sent Me

brown postcards from camp
with rainbow stickers for stamps.
You requested mirrors and a stopwatch,
for tracking your face, your time.

Smiles in swimsuits, choreographed
council meetings, make a motion,
call the question.

Everyone should live in a cabin at least once,
an open room full of shifting
and scratching in…

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You don’t need a story to feel powerful

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Take away my synesthesia —
everything will be exactly what it is.

The sound of the mallet will stop
tasting like the sting of motor oil.

The migrant mechanics lived
in mobile homes in our boat yard

during the high summer. One guy told me:
you don’t need a story…

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In the barn, mushrooms feast

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A cow with black eyes watches me
chew through a low window
where I eat her brother, her cousin,

her friend, a body of Christ,
a sacrificial lamb, a child of sex
and grass and volcanic earth.

The bench is beveled spruce,
the beer is ice cold. My fingerprints
bloom where…

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Trapper Markelz

Trapper Markelz

Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com