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Song of Cracklin

June 15, 2009

poem by Kevin Young
illustration by Sasha Wizansky
This article originally appeared in 
Meatpaper Issue Eight.

Little heaven,
marked man,

I’ve seen you turn
a bag see-through

Then escape—
Homemade Houdini

God of grease
& heartburn

You test me
& my nerve.

Salt-junkie,
you’re Russian

Roulette—
delicious as death—

God of grief
& heartattack

Hourglass we hope
to outlast

How you clog
the house with talk

& laughter for days,
the black skillet singing

Your name.

 

POEM REPRINTED FROM DEAR DARKNESS (KNOPF, 2008) BY PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR.


KEVIN YOUNG is the author of six books of poetry, and editor of four more, including Dear Darkness (Knopf, 2008), where “Ode to Cracklin” also appears. He is currently editing The Art of Loosing, an anthology of poems of grief and healing due out March 2009 from Bloomsbury.


This article originally appeared in Meatpaper Issue Eight.
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