Two Poems by Mike Bagwell

More Islands I Have Known

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Lung Bright River

Lung Bright River eats a river and grows

in his light. Lung Bright River honors

the ether. Lung Bright River loses his keys

and is doomed to retrace his steps

toward the ocean, never finding

them. Lung Bright River breathes out

his lung and it goes floating off

with the wind over the high tree canopy,

glinting—it will never come down.

Lung Bright River is skeptical of circularity

and then circles anyway, circles circularity itself.

Lung Bright River writes ordinary notes

in the bedrock, stray thoughts scratched down

quickly without turning back. Lung

Bright River eats his lung on the other side

of light and loses their gender. Lung Bright

River brightens. Lung Bright River lungs.

Lung Bright River wears the ether to their grave

and we’ll never see anything gossamer again.

Lung Bright River is sad for us, how fucked we are,

how doomed, how sad we are for Lung Bright

River and their long light. Lung Bright River

eats a river and grows in their light.

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