sam sax is the author of Madness (Penguin, 2017) winner of The National Poetry Series selected by Terrance Hayes. His second book 'Bury It' will be out on Wesleyan University Press in 2018. He's received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, Lambda Literary, & The Michener Center where he served as the Editor-in-chief of Bat City Review. He's the two-time Bay Area Grand Slam Champion & author of four chapbooks. Winner of the 2016 Iowa Review Award his poems are forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Guernica, Ploughshares, Poetry Magazine, + other journals.

October 5, 2016

sam sax

Easy Fast

It's yom kippur Which means everybody's a bttm 'til sunup: practice repentance Through penetration, to give Another pleasure how you peel an olive & offer the bitter meat To someone only half-hungry. All love to the lord's begrudging Acceptance of our debacles Resplendent with judgment A rolled pair of omnipotent eyes. I've done bad things in my life. Stuff no ancient religion would let live Unpunished: hurt people i loved, Really hurt them. They'd cut off your hands For just eating swine back then, Now I'm all pig Lips to stomach. Still i make my catalogue Of unforgivenesses Write it out in my own shaking hand On real paper i fold into a little house My mother hopes i'll one day fill With children. i name names. lick The page & seal it. It's yom kippur which means i'm on my stomach waiting For the lord to enter My back a slow motion whip My window open The wind an unlubricated & holy finger. My people fast one day a year & are forgiven everything, Their insane nation state & whatever Else they've done with hands. All love to us sinners Our mouths pork & torturous thorns Our hunger so ugly it floods The mirrors with steam. Some things aren't meant to be Forgiven. all hail us who punish Our own damned selves Everyday & still let the lord We don't really believe in fuck us Once a year like a ship Leaking blood across the waters.

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