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Matthew Rohrer
POEM FOR GERMAN HERITAGE
I smell vinegar and cabbage my heart is braised meat
In my gothic script I post these notices on your doors
A fine rain that falls but can't touch me in the forest
Or I come out of the trees with my father & our guide to stand at aprecipice He asks us if we feel all their eyes on us, the little men of the trees Deep roots like the soul of a mountain cry out 'I'm trapped!' 'I can't breathe!' When I grow up and you come upon me in the night, there'll be nothing, just the smell of edelweiss Would you ever march against me with your army of giants? For I have an army of midgets, we belong together In your chamber or the parade ground I have cut them all loose The women I am drawn to live across the mountains
BIO
Matthew Rohrer is the author of 6 books of poems, most recently A Plate of Chicken, from Ugly Duckling Presse. He has appeared on NPR's All Things Considered and The Next Big Thing, and his poems have been widely anthologized. He teaches in the creative writing program at NYU and lives in Brooklyn.
PSA EMPLOYMENT DATES
Poetry In Motion Coordinator, 1999-2001
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