Dean Young’s “Hereby the Sky”

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 Unpublished.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.

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