Matt Mitchell is an intersex poet from Ohio trying to make his work as beautiful as “Hold Me Now” by the Thompson Twins, the quintessential pop banger. He’s a former Best Hair winner in high school, and the self-elected Poet Laureate of Vanilla Coke drinkers. His chapbook, you & me & the pink moon & these portraits, will be released from Ghost City Press in August 2019.
ben gibbard composes a song for diebenkorn’s ocean horizon, oil on canvas, 1959
(for alexia)the atlantic was born today & i’ll tell you how
the tide twisted into mockingbirds
a lithograph of the carolina coast
sculpted the moon
into a fine blade sharpened dogwoods into
a funeral of hands
its flowers bloomed like a
crown of thorns
my lover dug her toes into morning
when she stood along dead carcasses
of bull kelp & saline seashells shaped like
crucifixes
i thought of her small like
the throbbing bulb of a buoy
cauterizing the open gap in
the ocean’s teeth
waving at freight ships leaving for europe
at night i used to rest my head on
my pillow & i dreamt i could hear
our future child breathing beneath her
chest the sounds like
cardinals hitting every edge
of every
telephone wire
she held her hands up
to the sky for a long distance baptism
each finger cracking
like a grandfather clock
& that eternity felt like an oblivion
& all i could hear was water
i need you so much closer
so come on
come on
This poem was written on a bench beneath a treehouse in Cave Junction, Oregon. Inspired by (and including lyrics from) Death Cab For Cutie’s “Transatlanticism,” I wrote this for my partner, Alexia, who, at the time, was in Japan studying literature. Every year, she goes to Ocean Isle Beach in North Carolina with her family. It’s this little island off the coast that has a lot of erosion. It’s a place that is special to her, and I believe that the Atlantic Ocean becomes new again every time she wades into the water.