—Heather Dooley, Facebook post
we have learned the alien language of self-
erasure. still as if studying a book
though no words fill a page before us
with their sorrow & small talk. who
interrupts our seated dancing,
enjoyment of a song we don’t recognize
over the in-house stereo? strangers
talk to us whether we savor it or don’t,
embrace it or desire to flee
screaming goddamn! at the sky
like rasping fires. we have tried
to be invisible, never touching
eyes or skin. it’s not enough.
Ace Boggess is author of five books of poetry, most recently Misadventure (Cyberwit, 2020) and I Have Lost the Art of Dreaming It So (Unsolicited Press, 2018), as well as two novels, including States of Mercy (Alien Buddha Press, 2019). His writing appears in Notre Dame Review, The Laurel Review, River Styx, Rhino, North Dakota Quarterly, and other journals. He received a fellowship from the West Virginia Commission on the Arts and spent five years in a West Virginia prison. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.
Ace Boggess recommends “The Old Tower of the Cemetery in Nuenen/ The Old Tower in the Fields” by Vincent Van Gogh.