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.



Matt Mitchell

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.



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