
“Shananananananana Knees, Knees” is one of three uncannily powerful poems by Adam Tedesco in our Spring 2017 issue.
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CHANCE MOMENTS OF EQUILIBRIUM make it easy
to forget the signs before off ramps do not
mark your location rather destinations
and your sign is not a rabbit but a hole
in gravities where you joined the search
party the days of rage and hate boil down
one plant to change their minds when
swat team vans encircled you the fire would
not speak of danger through a doorknob
to see a father pinned under guns drawn
everything opened for you once and there
is a name for that you say they’re coming
for the children too what burden of balance
swallowing the sweat of hot house glass
while driving from a to b untouchable
by shallow graves or cold frames like
the dune buggies on the beach or sleeping
dogs shot nearby we are not home but coming
soon watch the stars move across night
we talk about the name for how we never
move and the points between all points are
inside of us too between then and now we say
there is a simple explanation for everything
except why we are alive and on our knees
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