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Weakened by Joshua Bridgwater Hamilton

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Weakened

Saturday filament
strung out in a sweaty bed,
eternal thread weaving together
a bore-hoard of grimy
lung-heaves—
treasure troves of resurrection
ground into the fine
repeated puncture
of waking half-crocked to the divided
blank of evening
and walking full-tilt
into the dank cotton hours
deathmasked for sleepwalking grimaces
where vicious argonauts plunge down
the watery defile
stripping the body
of all its foci.
Oh Sunday, bone-horned
Sunday, all your cast blame
lowered
groundward
charging.

~
Joshua Bridgwater Hamilton is a Louisville, KY native who migrated to Corpus Christi with his family.  Between Kentucky and Texas, he has traveled and lived in several places, including Spain, Appalachia, Panamá, Peru, the Philippines, and the Colorado River.  He earned his Bachelor’s Degree in English and Humanities and his Master’s Degree in Spanish from the University of Louisville, and in 2013 he completed his doctorate in Spanish (with a minor in American Literature) with Indiana University.  Joshua has worked as a teacher and bookseller, has published a chapbook, Slow Wind, with Finishing Line Press, and his poetry appears in such journals as Windward ReviewDriftwoodVoices de la Luna, and Noble/Gas Qtrly.

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