Magazine St. Joys

Jeff Fallis

1.
Love did this to me all right.

2.
{              } so bad
I can feel them in the dark

3.
Now it’s called a Guest House,

but it’s actually a former

“Infant Orphan Asylum”

(“Home for Unwed Mothers”)

4.
I am writing this to you from a future
I have already ascertained :

5.
This is me teetering on the teeth
of a complete and total nervous collapse :

6.
The entire city is a ceremony of love
waiting for a vehicle to sigh its exhausted breath into

7.
We are in New Orleans to marry my friends
(I am the minister, certified, Universal Life Church)

8.
And the native motion of the soul is circular

9.
I sensed the non-arrival of the apocalypse

I was ashamed to admit I, too, had been waiting for

10.
My real self is a bug and angel.
Lately, though, I suspect I’m not only two,
I’m three

11.
Ain’t it hard to love someone        that don’t love you?

12.
(—especially when        that someone is you?)

13.






13.
Proximity to death breeds
a more furious
proximity to life

14.
I have lost track of the world
and the world do not mind at all

15.
On the walls of the halls
the orphans get haircuts, pose in their Sunday best

16.
You best

Rock my soul, with the Milneberg joys

Play ‘em mama, don’t refuse

Separate me from these weary blues

17.



18.
The ceremony was simple and beautiful.
The picnic after was the greatest of my life.

19.
Love did this to me again all right.



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About the Work

Jeff Fallis

Jeff Fallis lives in Athens, Georgia.  His poems have appeared recently in Unsplendid, Marco Polo Arts Mag, RealPoetik, and the Bloomsbury anthology The Art of Losing.

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