Benjamin Buchholz The 2River View, 8.1 (Fall 2003)
Sketching Istanbul from Iowa

let me talk chaos theory and imaginary numbers
that is my element like when my boy standing

on his chair between us so we could no longer
see said matt-daddy matt-daddy you plucked

pork gristle and half-stifled laughter from your
teeth i needed no mandlebrot no vintage motorola

no telling details no real-as-life vectoring
noise silence beneath noise silence beneath silence

a field

in the late afternoon dryness i could no longer
eat we scraped crops from our anthill imaginary


a black chop on the Bosphorus tells me it took
more than Drunken Byron for the crossing

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