Matthew Rohrer


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 a
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


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.


Poetry In Motion Coordinator, 1999-2001

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