person Erik Fuhrer, two poems

Erik Fuhrer is the author of 4 books of poetry, including not human enough for the census (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2019). His 5th book of poetry, in which I take myself hostage, is forthcoming from Spuyten Duyvil Press in 2020. Both of these books include images by his partner, and collaborator, Kimberly Androlowicz. More information on these books and others can be found at


loose death

my mouth is a fist you pull onions from
on easter when my body is
eggflesh loose between the teeth
of a priest who wanders in grassmazes
that spread their dry oceans like meat
across our chicken salad and we
are the inheritors of eye salt and baked meringue pie
during the snow fall in which we shoveled
your body into soft flesh like the oysters
we guzzled down during the last gull season
when we were all full of your quiet death


dear sanctuary

feed me slow pearls from used tongues
so my body does not wolf nor sprout
into rejection
that childhood fog
a sampling of my body trying to turn itself into a treehouse

cracked open I bring you my parade of pills
swallow a swarm of wasps
and you tilt me head to drain me

safety is a stone caught in my throat
and your plucked eyes are sanctuary
tufts of buzzing lights above us
swallowing the sea


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