I.
“My darkest thought”
My darkest thought these days:
I abandon the blade for fire.
I flame myself, fan the orange
in a raze across my arm.
What grows back is raw wound.
A singe in the chilled wind.
Father, I do not want to be
gratuitous. All humans suffer
each according to their lot, I know
but why bring dreams to your son
such he cannot stand to sleep?
You touched him once. Have pleasured.
Given insight to his baser nature. Father
Andrew Tye is from a town named Temple. He believes all humans are poets. He performs his forthcoming book My Son as a one-man show in NYC. He aims to share the book and the show with national audiences.