Chris Hosea

“Chris Hosea’s poems have been published in Swerve, Denver Quarterly, VOLT, Harvard Review, and elsewhere. His manuscript, The Promise of the Baffled, was a semifinalist for the 2007 Walt Whitman Award. He is a graduate of Harvard and the University of Massachusetts Amherst MFA Program. He lives in Brooklyn.”

From the Ministry of Silly Walks: Francis Alÿs at David Zwirner, New York, Winter 2007

Though my Stone Roses T-shirt provided little cushioning, the Kalashnikov’s barrel didn’t much hurt when the militiaman used it to prod at my chest. I kept asking myself why I felt so calm. A general placidity blossomed in me like an opiate as soon as the barefoot man appeared with his rifle, seemingly out of [... more ...]
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Two Poems

I’m Lovin’ It

I speak to it, and it never talks back.
I see it disappear and change me.
But it’s always there.
I can’t remember a life without it.
My father didn’t have to tell me never to forget it.
It is understood wordlessly, like a stone wall.
It keeps me straight in this place.
In the most crowded room, nobody can come between it
and me.
It’s inside of me, purring like a pacemaker.
It’s not something you can explain on a first date.
People lie and say they don’t need it,
leaning on it even as they say “no.”
It is made by people hidden away far in the night.
How could they be nothing like me?
I am no one and it is everything.
Not of my flesh, it is my flesh.

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