The Dickman Brothers’ Poetry

I found this over at Poetry Dispatch and wanted to share. Michael Dickman is one of my favorite poets. His twin brother, Matthew Dickman, is also incredibly talented (check out his amazing book I ate up in one night —All American Poem); check his poems out here in Narrative Magazine: Matthew Dickman (“Benevolence” is one of my favorites). Also there is “Grief” which is incredible, from The New Yorker–read HERE. And one more–“Slow Dance” (there’s a video at the bottom of him reading his poetry)

WE DID NOT MAKE OURSELVES

Michael Dickman

We did not make ourselves is one thing
I keep singing into my hands
while falling
asleep

for just a second

before I have to get up and turn on all the lights in the house, one after the
other, like opening an Advent calendar

My brain opening
the chemical miracles in my brain
switching on

I can hear

dogs barking
some trees
last stars

You think you’ll be missed
it won’t last long
I promise
——

I’m not dead but I am
standing very still
in the back yard
staring up at the maple
thirty years ago
a tiny kid waiting on the ground
alone in heaven
in the world
in white sneakers

I’m having a good time humming along to everything I can still remember
back there

How we’re born

Made to look up at everything we didn’t make

We didn’t
make grass, mosquitoes
or breast cancer

We didn’t make yellow jackets
or sunlight
either

——

I didn’t make my brain
but I’m helping
to finish it

Carefully stacking up everything I made next to everything I ruined in broad
daylight in bright
brainlight

This morning I killed a fly
and didn’t lie down
next to the body like we’re supposed to

We’re supposed to

Soon I’m going to wake up

Dogs
Trees
Stars