Ander Monson

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Sonnet: Notes from X Which Might Turn Out to Be an Elegy, Stemming from the U.S. Mail

by Ander Monson

A postcard from the X, emblem of death
or dollar signs like candlelight in eyes,
the crux and crucifix, the map the mark,
the ink drop spot, the patch stitched in the crotch
that holds your snowmobile suit together,
objective of your love, known otherwise
as architecture, made of point and arc
and light, still life of glass and ice and crust,

math bartered in the margins of your text,
the liquor fix, the hex, the pox, the axe
accident resulting in my brother,
axle greased as slick as 6,surrender
at Appomattox, and the apex from
which everything is down is else is done.