The Adirondack Review
Thawing the Bones


You said you didn’t think I had a mean bone in my body
but, darling, I don’t believe you’ve seen the marrow.
The town between us is frozen over with angel grace,
but I’d melt it all, capsize these lives, and make this hell
a Venice to row through. There will be white flags
draped from Town Hall windows and abandoned cars
at stoplights to mouth S.O.S. through the cracked skeleton
of these roads. I’d clear these lanes, ignite everything in my way
all, all, all just to put those breathtaking bluebird wings in a sling.

We painted our eyes this shade of bloodshot, and drink
late night still water nightmares. So we keep tonguing
our fears, bathe in straitjackets and the doe-eyed danger
of spaghetti western dreams. But I won’t wait for these glaciers
to melt. With ice pick eyes and a blizzard in my fists
I’ll let the cold undress you.

Show me how long you have to freeze before you thaw.









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MICHAEL SARNOWSKI earned his MFA from Vanderbilt University, where he was a recent recipient of The Academy of American Poets Prize. His poetry has been published by The Broken Plate, The Honey Land Review, and Write Bloody Publishing.
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems