11/6/2020 POETRY: TOM PRIMEGREEN CAME INTO MY LIFE THROUGH A HOLE IN THE CEILING I was gestating the mountainside, as my father sustained betwixtment. the curvature of the earth was cone-like, before we ruled out old age—the lips hung like gravity failing. in the sun had a hedgegarden, if I groomed a mine-swallower, I, the tongues of hummingbirds animated, had a burglar alarm; only dogs spoke in a variety of dialects, their mouths corned. out of my shoulder, a man unable to reach low-hanging fruit, a palmful of water. * if brains lip the thoughts caught in the eyes of muscles, there are heavenward bodies cloth-pinned. had the mercy been brainless, our shrivelled sun is a highway sliced through hills. Tom Prime is a PhD student in English at Western University. He has an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Victoria (Specializing in Poetry). He has a BA at Western University. He has been published in Carousel, Ditch, Fjords Review, The Northern Testicle, The Rusty Toque, and Vallum. His first chapbook, A Strange Hospital, was published on Proper Tales Press. His latest chapbook Gravitynipplemilkplanet Anthroposcenesters, was published on above/ground press. His collaborative collection of poems written with Gary Barwin, A Cemetery for Holes, is available from Gordon Hill Press.
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