The Fences
Nick Sturm


 

I built a fence I built a fence out of wood I built a fence out of fence parts I built a fence out of orange peels I built a fence out of satellite dishes and yellow paint I built a fence out of skulls I built a fence out of my love for you people said it looked like it would stand forever and I wasn’t going to tell them otherwise I built a fence out of daffodils and enchiladas and devotion to something larger than myself that I knew I could not grasp I built a fence out of coupons and statues of the Virgin Mary and maps of 16th century Holland I built a fence out of my friends and called it The Capital of My Heart I built a fence out of pornography and covered it in a black sheet which made everyone look and gasp and get very excited I built a fence lying on my back in the dark I built a fence with my tax return and it was the smallest fence anyone had ever seen I built a fence out of paintings that museums buy but don’t hang in galleries because of intellectual censorship I built a fence out of old cell phones and baby teeth I built a fence out of bullet casings and concrete I built a fence out of seagulls and key chains and teacups that have never been used I built a fence out of my powerlessness in the face of the absolute and had enough tears to build fences everyday for the rest of my life I built a fence out of blackened tofu and kale I built a fence out of pieces of fire and dull knives I built a fence out of my past and my pants I built a fence out of bacon and lack of compassion and called it the Republican Party I built a fence out of what was left after the war nothing was left after the war but time to build fences I built a fence out of all the ties that belong to the President of the United States of America I built a fence out of what was left in the apartment after you left me and laid in the vacancy of my bed and could smell pancakes the neighbors were making pancakes I built a fence out of red birds and ice and gravestones and ice machines and gravestone machines I built a fence

 














































NICK STURM
lives in the NEOMFA: Northeast Ohio Master of Fine Arts and is the instigator of THE BIG BIG MESS READING SERIES. His poems live in
Forklift Ohio, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and Red Lightbulbs. His reviews and interviews live in Bookslut, Coldfront, HTMLGIANT, H_NGM_N, The Laurel Review, and On the Seawall, among others.

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Chad Redden :: Growing Up Baptist
   
Sherri Marilena
Pauli
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Translations in Rainstorms on Salt Flats
   
Megan Kennedy :: Afraid
   
Jenni Lord :: Five paintings
   
Steve Subrizi :: Migrating to Portland
  Backstroke
   
Ben Segal :: Tell It Again From Your Mouth
   
Russ Februaryy :: I Put My Fingers In Your Eyes
   
Elizabeth
Glixman
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American Cats Are Overweight Studies Suggest
  Why Did Frankee Stein Become A Free Market Capitalist?
   
Nick Sturm :: The Fences
  Three erasures
   
Andrew K.
Peterson
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Language, An Actress
  Steve McQueen’s Lines in The Blob
   
Rich Ives :: Anatomy Lesson
   
Gabrielle
DeMarre
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Stan
   
Kristen E.
Nelson
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Song of Praise
i. Him One
  Song of Praise
ii. Him Two
  Song of Praise
iii. Him Three
  Yvette
   
Acquanetta
M. Sproule
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A Nursery Rhyme
   

Homage to the Strange Spirits

Hannah Weiner ::  Excerpts from
Astral Visions and Weeks