Zack Darsee
[Introduction]
Green was the sky that inverted on me. I can hear child-sized feet
and fun-size hearts pounding in there. In your empty socket
Hello-hello
I am very that to tell that story to begin
Green was the mouth that slipped me a roofie. Spilled language for me. I wrapped my bandages
alone and ate gauze while they weren’t looking for me
For me that the sky’s a camera is obvious
Hello-skies-for-days-means-they-know-my-every-move !
For me it’s the boiling of the books. It’s that I brought you the pot
I am very this to tell this story to the very end
It’s just that there are no more books. It’s just that green was the language. Was the water was the green
sky was the-end-was-the-rectum-verso
Hello— into the word’s empty socket
[If dog is magnesium]
Dog in princess shell takes sea air to precipitate, that’s bonkers. Explodes into two
In song and ball is dog, chicken shit. Explodes into two
A margin is a narrow chute, needs goop to pipe down, words to flush, the whole shebang implodes into
lang—
Wang wang, says dog, at sound
of a not-dog. Get back in princess shell for a sea-song, split
It is night. It is quiet
It is quiet enough for the sound of the pisses
[If dog is beryllium]
Earth metal and X-ray scraps. See:
Dog is a cosmogony. Even in ambient conditions, this is loud:
No for being alpha, no for hell
Yes for hell, yes for no
Hello? Hello?
The half-life of a barn's energy gets used up in its own echo
Biographical Statement
Zack Darsee was born about noon on a Tuesday. He is the author of BELL LOGIC (Spiral Editions, 2022), Anzündkind (Creative Writing Department, 2023), Efflorescence in Stucco (Earthbound Press, 2023) and most recently, From The Pocket of Agent Dickinson, a lysergic detective’s novel cowritten with Elise Houcek (Inside the Castle, 2025). His translations of the German poet and performance artist Mara Genschel are forthcoming from Circumference Books. Together with Nadia Marcus, they run TABLOID Press. This work continues.