Gardner Dorton

I am writing with blood-wet
charcoal

in clothing
made from locust shells

 Listen, to the open window
that sounds like a bridge

to the still sliced fruit
empty of sound

I’ve lost my voice
 in the boys I love
who asked me to lay face down
in the street

not looking at the stars or stop lights

just to lay there

 

Gardner Dorton lives in Charleston, South Carolina, where he is currently a graduate candidate for an MFA in Poetry at the College of Charleston. He has written for several magazines, and he has been published by After the Pause and Rattle.