the inventor of jars



no self
carousel
 
spinning
in person
 
just one time
I’m embarrassed
 
translucent fingertips belongingto
the lovely body of death
 
the face of a thousand memories
smiling back at you.
 
you & I belong
in our film
 
about the inventor of jars
rising in cloud light.
 
you can forget your you
& that you’re your you.
you’re both your lover’s lover
& your very own self.
 
friction at the airport baggageclaim
nothing moves &
nobody else
rings true.
 
I love the co-arising
anxieties & abstract objects
 
centerless void
my insides
 
the self itself: prosaic
tool breaker
 
dreamt calling
solar panels calling
lapses of apollo calling
Syria like Armenia gone
Hispaniola gone
Iraq gone
genitals vision body gone
 
please, I’m burying
remote internal brilliance
 
please
 
            grab
 
                        on
 
to me my tomes
of gentle loss
 
brittle   drunk    sob
truth set me on fire
 
the myopic disaster
of the self-hating dynamo
within centers of centers
threading tools of gold.
 
 
 
 
 

Frank Heather is a Jewish poet, originally fromthe Upper West Side of New York City. He received a degree in philosophy andhas poetry published or forthcoming in aaduna, Cordella Magazine, Down in theDirt Magazine, Epigraph Magazine, Eunoia Review, The Eyewear Review,Independent Voices, poetrycircle, Rainy Day Magazine, The Syzygy PoetryJournal,  Uut Poetry, The Write Launch,  and elsewhere.
Frank Heather is a Jewish poet, originally fromthe Upper West Side of New York City. He received a degree in philosophy andhas poetry published or forthcoming in aaduna, Cordella Magazine, Down in theDirt Magazine, Epigraph Magazine, Eunoia Review, The Eyewear Review,Independent Voices, poetrycircle, Rainy Day Magazine, The Syzygy PoetryJournal,  Uut Poetry, The Write Launch,  and elsewhere.