Jon Boisvert


They put four hooks in your back
& lift you
Pulleys feathers incense

Over those with smaller hearts
Clutching white tape & gauze
For the blood

But no blood ever comes
There's no blood inside you
You're not even here

You are the secret
Dispersing in the air
The wet roots tell me

Wait for her
Wait for your next body
Weird & asparagus-like

To fail again to be
Broken enough for love
As water breaks from air

I want to drink I say
But my mouth is gone
I want to see but my eyes


Jon Boisvert was born in Elkhorn, Wisconsin, and now lives in Oregon. He studied poetry at Oregon State University and the Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland. You can sometimes see new writing and art at His first book, BORN, will be published in September.