Abandon the mouth, abandon automata synthesizing babble from interrupted airflow. Ma ma ma ma ma and so forth. Poems aren’t speech but residue. Incidental noises. Scream into the cadaver’s ear and watch its traces writhe on under the needle. Written protocols were always unintentional selections of meaning.
Zack Anderson holds an MFA from the University of Notre Dame. His book reviews and critical writings can be found in Harvard Review, Kenyon Review, and the Action Books blog, and his poems have recently appeared in Fairy Tale Review, New Delta Review, and Denver Quarterly. He is a PhD candidate at the University of Georgia, where he serves as a Graduate Editor for The Georgia Review.
