Matt Mitchell

[i haven’t been to west virginia since my grandfather died]

i haven’t been to west virginia  since my grandfather died
 
            next time i go   i want to stand atop dorsey’s knob       
 
holding hands with weyes blood
 
                              across from mountaineer mall        
 
after we’ve come up with 
 
                                              a new word for            
 
sunset
 
 
                                          yet
 
           i’ll settle for a pair    
 
       of hands      gentle 
  
               as the hospice nurse thumbing the iv      
 
       clockwise under                       
 
        the skin of 
 
       my grandfather’s hand
 
            the last thing i remember        
 
                        hearing him say was         
 
                                     my arms hurt son
 
in a drawl floundered 
 
            by morphine             
 
                        & now my elbows crack 
 
       when i extend mine out to heaven 


Matt Mitchell is an intersex Northeast Ohio writer trying to make his work as beautiful as Ken Griffey Jr.’s swing. He’d love to meet up at your local coffee shop (not Starbucks, because the aforementioned poet’s partner’s family owns a coffee shop and the aforementioned poet refuses to cross enemy lines) and talk about how the Thompson Twins’ “Hold Me Now” is the quintessential pop banger. His chapbook, you & me & the pink moon & these portraits, is forthcoming from Ghost City Press.