Hereby the Sky
by Dean Young
I declare my love to the millimeter,
To the watch forever off,
To the stone in the middle of the road
To whatever leaks in the night,
To the trapezist who smelled like model glue
At Paul’s party,
To the ethereal core of the dynamo,
To the rocketship piloted by a mouse,
To the girl with 3 fingers
Who cuts my hair and I overtip
To help bail her boyfriend out of jail.
It’s not only for the blue bits
Or what licks itself in the shade
Like a bloody-snouted sated animal
I declare my love. Previously I declared my love
My love my love for a cloud and everyone
Knows how that turned out.
A lost stethoscope. Claw marks.
A wrench that works on nothing else.
Dean Young, “Hereby the Sky.” 2020. Unpublished. Sent to the Humanities Institute by Dean Young, who holds the William Livingston Chair of Poetry at the University of Texas-Austin.