Mayakovsky's Revolver: Poems

from "Mayakovsky's Revolver"

I keep thinking about the way
blackberries will make the mouth
of an eight year old look like he's a ghost
that's been shot in the face. In the dark I can see
my older brother walking through the tall brush
of his brain. I can see him standing
in the lobby of the hotel,
alone, crying along with the ice machine.

Author: Matthew Dickman
Binding Type: Paperback
Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
Published: 05/05/2014
Pages: 104
Weight: 0.3lbs
Size: 8.10h x 5.40w x 0.40d
ISBN: 9780393348798