Knife-Like, Flower-Like, Like Nothing At All in the World

My father is the oldest pearl in my throat.

This is the uncut, ribboning itself to me, poolside.

As he fell ill, he drew trains.

Am I that far away?

Like him, kissing down a body.

You could rent this thing out. You could make a killing.

And the woods. The woods feel like the biggest surprise.


Mitchell Glazier was born in Martinsburg, West Virginia in 1995. His poetry has appeared in The Adroit Journal, on the Editors' List for the 2015 & 2016 Adroit Prize for Poetry, Dialogist, and Interim. His chapbook manuscript, Sirens, is a current semi-finalist in the 2017 Honeysuckle Press Chapbook Contest. He will begin his MFA candidacy this fall at Columbia University.