Soul Mates: A Poem by Brandon Shimoda

From His New Collection The Desert

September 4, 2018  By Brandon Shimoda
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My soul mates
Have yet to be conceived

Underneath the mating
Of surrogate spirits  vacating bodies
By the minute

 

Directed
To live by, but I
Want to live
By the future

Ordure

I want to eat it     I want to feed it

 

A pool-like visage

On the crumpling horizon
Synthesized from what was being
Said or done   or done or said

And what I do

Not know

I think about

The trash

That captivates
The critical essence of soul mates

Heaven for a body that never starves

Is always starving   Drain the trash?
Fated to be

Ballast for the mass

 

The trash must gleam
In the middle of the desert

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From The DesertUsed by permission of The Song Cave. Copyright © 2018 by Brandon Shimoda.




Brandon Shimoda
Brandon Shimoda
Brandon Shimoda’s new book is The Grave on the Wall, a memoir/book of mourning. He is the author of six other books of poetry, most recently The Desert (Song Cave, 2018) and Evening Oracle (Letter Machine Editions, 2016), which received the William Carlos Williams Award from the Poetry Society of America. His writings on Japanese-American incarceration have appeared in/on The Asian American Literary Review, Densho, Hyperallergic, The Margins, and The New Inquiry, and he has given talks on the subject at the University of Arizona, Columbia University, Fairhaven College, and the International Center of Photography. He is also the co-editor, with Thom Donovan, of To look at the sea is to become what one is: An Etel Adnan Reader (Nightboat Books, 2014). Born in the San Fernando Valley, California, he lives, for now, in Tucson, AZ.








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