Our poem of the week is J. Bruce Fuller’s “Beneath the Chinaberry Trees” from Volume 2, Issue 1 of burntdistrict. J. Bruce Fuller is the author of 28 Blackbirds at the End of the World, which was published by Bandersnatch Books in 2010. He is a Louisiana native and currently lives in Lafayette, LA where he is a PhD candidate in English at the University of Louisiana.
BENEATH THE CHINABERRY TREES
By J. Bruce Fuller
we drank Tang and dreamed of escape
but the closest I came to space
was a Kenmore refrigerator box.
My brother cut portholes and I painted wings
but we never could make it fly,
never figured out tool shed rocketry
like that kid’s dad in that movie.
Close the hatch and look starboard –
I’ll be orbiting well within my Roche limit
and behind my mirrored faceplate
I will fan out into a parade of atoms.
Gravity is more than the pull of bodies,
it is the disintegration of cardboard
under a warm spring rain,
the taste of bitter orange in my mouth.