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Philip Schaefer from Bad Summon.
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Philip Schaefer from Bad Summon.
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How do we sing amnesia out of our lovers’ heads?
from Bad Binaries, by Philip Schaefer, published in Split Lip Magazine
Our veins crack like a gold-trimmed plate tossed onto the driveway as we tongue the ridgeline between pleasure and sharp blood. When we are good we are only mostly good -- ---Philip Schaefer, from “Twitch Twice, Play Dead,” published in The Adroit Journal
Every day a heart is pulled out like a wet plum from one body and placed inside another. Every day someone comes home to a lover packing her bags… Behind this midnight other midnights trace a face so familiar we touch our cheekbones like twin moons.
Philip Schaefer, excerpt of ‘Suture’. Published in Guernica.
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“Vivisecting” by Philip Schaefer & Jeff Whitney
This is a marbled lightning we contain by being silent. I want the world to know we will be as loud as the salmon who swim upstream into their skin. We will apologize for everything with our chests in the wind. ---Philip Schaefer, from “Buffalo Jump,” published in The Adroit Journal
Gradually Then Suddenly
Philip Schaefer
Flowers a dull pink and out of stories.
The clown in the middle of town dances but only when the streetlights
go blank. Children puff through
the window in a way that makes their faces an inner god. I have all these chairs
I cannot use. Only the belonging
they beg for. Consider a dead oven then consider freedom. A heavy kite
could touch Jupiter if Jupiter existed.
Any child could become a swan song. It doesn’t take long to weather.