Sounds of Simon

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Intro

This is a quiet book

with shaking words—

a quivering finger

pressed to lips.

This story lies in the spaces

between a newly compounded word—

a silent space

of white walls and grass.

We forget that our story

is bound in the child’s eye—

a life insisted on by

pure and hushed discovery

and a wicked underbelly of dirt.

I.

Simon is no less than a figment of our imagination

An invisible arm.

We imagine him singing because it is

Pleasanter than his cut out tongue.

Simon says nothing but

He tells us it is why he

Not like apples—

The worms.

Earthworms eat dirt

Silkworms spin souls

Appleworms give Simon the wiggins.

Simon we say all creatures is alright.

Non. He shakes his head persistently.

Non.

Pause.

Perhaps.

II.

Today Simon found a mermaid.

He gives us a scale we say it’s a fishes

He gives us a hairs we say thread

He gives us a shell we say pooey clams spit

He stamps and throws fists and steams.

We go a looking for the nudie mermaid.

III.

Simon asked if we are

a family.

We say perhaps.

IV.

Simon asked why bodies drive with heat

We look and holds him

To bring us closer

V.

there be green and brown and empty space

Simon is imagining grasses from bottom to top

Like an ant looks towards tips

All he is seeing is a world of grasses and skies

Looks, us

Tell me what is wrong he asks

He searches us canyoned eyes

Guesses him not find the answer

Tell me

Up us, straddles a pile of bones

Elephant tomb, horseback

Kicks with stirruped feet

heels and waves yeehaw giddyup

He is imagining

He fills

we hollow

We hollowly tear at the grass.

VI.

Simon is covering ears:

IT IS TOO LOUD. S.

Yes yes but without them quotes books is silent.

Secretly: in your head they reads as whispers.

He drops the covers

and kisses a finger shh

VII.

We watch as Simon watches the sand.

He siphons a single grain on his tip and   looks

Yes and humanity is etched upon it we say

We ladle the sand in our main

We want this to be humanity    while weighing it in the hand

We mechanically break our fingers like water the sand slips

We let it

and the grains explode when they land on the ebbing wave some up some out

They sift like debris after the explosion

Humanity is just a try to not go under

we remember saying it proudly

Simon brushes the dry sand off his knees

A fish is heard swimming.

VIII.

What to say about Simon?

We try to say quiet wickedness

We say,

sweet.

like strawberries.

Kindergarten is full of strawberries.

IX.

Simon is rattling like a penny on a train track

His body shakes by the word

Something is cold and electric inside him

On an I-beam he stares down a rushing freedom

And a life of mornings.

XI.

Simon says he is in love

This is how he says it:

I AM IN LOVE. S.

We ask with who?

GREEN. S.

Our eyes meet:

I HEAR THE GRASS GROWING.

S.

XII.

Turning across

Simon raises him head and hands

Sungrazed chin     dirt bumped knees, the horizon

Beneath we hear the metallicness of it all.

It wasn’t a fall per se but a magnet of praise

XIII.

Simon is always forgetting the difference

Between teeth and scars

XIV.

PERHAPS I AM INTERESTED IN FRAGMENTS. S.

We say where you learn teh talk like that boy.

XV.

who believes in souls and characters?

and characters with souls?

I’ve looked and seen

both

bathing in a drawn eye

and in your eye

(us three, we three)

Simon, and me,

and you

three parts to one ratio

clunking like wood

rattling fingers with pens

I’ve found you both

I’ve found you both.

XVI.

God we remember and it shows

Breaths caught in clamped faces

Simon knocks on our head

Asking us.

The memory is tasting like rice.

Simon is wrapped by the guitar

His faces noting brightness

And the chords warm us cheekses

Like sundropped petals in raise

We’re the lonely face that looks away

From the music

To the past while

Simon is warming on.

XVII.

Dem eyes playing guitar

Pluck and raise Simon’s strings

Us, and we are noted

and rising forward

Them notes sound

of southern roses

Tune us

Prune us

us is blooming

by Alexandra Axel

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