Matthew Hutchinson
Coke
Mirror living room billboard
point frock
white linen resting across
the table
it’s clean
feeling, rubbing moth wings together
they become one, a reed buzz
a splinter in a lip, watching see sap pooling
he eats peas, continual green, some lighten
in color, constant for holding
in minds
dotted worms in her belly, potatoes
the flowers change direction continuously
conversation meander
to go
to go
to go
shuffling cards that are only red
I am aware of reincarnation or
The possibility of a naturally resonant
circle
red numbers
red pictures
red lines
red letters
only pictures, up and down
a spoon turned over
when I was in the room, other people were
not in the room
picking apart the staccato geography
of speech
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For
Inside wise, Federico's drown into pastoral square
key stroke film delay drip
he's hanging around
aged singing or a painting up in yellow, Anaheim
I've connected microphone
cables too, talking in box springs
Instructed movement culling black feathers out of the back
of my hand, cottonmouth
its rotted down open, barring you lost tide
like how the painted brick and mortar intervaled
matches roses at chris Engel's greenhouse
sugar flowers cutting my tongue, paper intervaled
geese shit graveyard, jogging, its weird enough
Pump movie western, the tree grows too fast or enough
Pull off glued mash, grapes outsized boycott
to purchase, to purchase yourself
ironically spaced in threes, coffee song
brown,
rubbing your fingers into sanded wood pulp
columbine serene, tattooed in a bowl on hand
shook arrive, shift layers of fat and linseed oil
Luxury accommodate, the floor, it's consistently at the same level
Pressing my cheek into the tile
in Wayne and Westland clothing
it’s when the rubber really hits the road
Constant vertigo suicidality pages of signs
My iphone needs a specific cable to listen to music
Each sand in aluminum shavings
A question about cutting yourself in picture frame
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Mud Brick
Ponderosa pine
the snow melts
itself into granite
Dead deer spinning in the garage, golden
It’s the town and the bracelet, mined but brought
from a rounded mountain at the top of town, the same in a hexagon
the trail settles, mountain lion snowbank, crack
each cave a sonnet, it’s movement fetish
the bass of the wings moving up, startled mama
Raptors roost in the crag
soupy dirt road mix, switchback lookout
brought it up in 74, hand planing and carried
Up, lost creek Conifer burrito
burping up chorizo, your phone has Satellite GPS
the force the car miles down
around a curved gold, around a restaurant house
Pepper jam instead of tomato, evergreen hot tub
Panic knitting from Detroit to Denver
vomit cash
How does anyone work out here
Some questions don’t
vandalize history as it coughs
Allergy pills in the winter, but seasons come
To me, as an idea, twin lake mosquito
I remember the white markings on their legs
Migratory bird seed
Moss knead
As again
Snow mist
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MP Hutchinson is a social worker and artist based in Hamtramck and Detroit, Michigan. He is a former researcher in psychometrics, education, and neuroscience and currently maintains a studio practice in ceramics.