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POETRY / A HUNK OF SWOLLEN OFFENSE RUNS DEEP INTO THE WINTER DARK / Matt Mitchell / Writer of the Month

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Watching a small screen bathed in orange,
swallowing the sunset outside my hotel room,

I want to say I love my father like the nine-
year-old version of myself did. My thin-fingered

hands waving, taking deep breaths in December
air sticky with saliva, cheering on our beloved

team, a lineage craving its own collapse,
while we were surrounded by partitioned

stadium seats, Southern transplants, daughters
of the Cuyahoga burning. But I am now the child

of Hope Memorial Bridge, descendant of gas & dust.
Everything I touch slowly rots. The moonlight’s

pull, the ocean’s forgiveness, the sun dissolving
beneath the sky’s crystalline skin: all creep down

my cheek like a dog’s bark against the capillaries
wrapping around my father’s vertebrae cracking

in another state. During the coronation of my
Rust Belt body, an alchemy of flames & constellations

singeing the edges of the television set, a hunk
of swollen offense runs deep into the winter dark—

where they invent some bellowing dance, aching
away another Sunday, waiting for a parade down

Euclid. Tonight, I am a thousand miles south,
watching rows of pale orange seats lean into

the sunset. Tonight, the thinness of Texas fireflies
is teaching me how flooded with yells our Ohio

yard was. I can hear Dad’s voice calling from
the living room: come out here, son. Come watch

the game with your old man. But yet, just as I plead
to the onscreen snow falling: come back, come back,

where it hides in the gaps of a dim sunslant—
the space, like a hand splashing at the surface of

Lake Erie, our long distance seances collect gold
watches & scoreboards. All of them out of time.

This poem originally appeared in The Lowestoft Chronicle.


Matt Mitchell is a writer from Ohio. His work appears in, or is forthcoming to, venues like The Shallow Ends, NPR, Homology Lit, BARNHOUSE, Frontier Poetry, Empty Mirror, and Glass: A Journal of Poetry, among others.