Gold That Frames the Mirror
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Orbiting a daisy-chain of fascinations that range from heritage & family to grief, music, & mental illness, these poems want to know what “home” means, even when the answers can seem too blood-bright to bear staring at. Yet do not mistake Melendez for a poet of an uncomplicated sadness: even when he writes of deep loss, there is the possibility of wonder & joy. Drawing from a wellspring of profound bewilderment present in his images as well as how language assumes—or is assumed by—form, Melendez knows poetry, like home, is something we carry with us in our bodies. Every certainty and every wonderment in Gold That Frames the Mirror is come by honestly and with Melendez’s unwavering & tender scrutiny. Here is a book haunted by history but never in service of it. Here is a book that wants to know what comes after elegy, when the gods slink back into their heavens, when we are only left with the names of our dead & the good, dark earth. Melendez offers something like a prayer against overlooking the past & to remember where the gold came from. After all, “Anywhere can become you / once you forget / how you got there."
Brandon Melendez
Brandon Melendez is a Mexican-American poet from California. He is the author of Gold That Frames the Mirror (Write Bloody Publishing, 2019). He is a National Poetry Slam finalist, Rustbelt Poetry Slam finalist, and two-time Berkeley Grand Slam Champion. A recipient of the 2018 Djanikian Scholarship from The Adroit Journal, and the 2018 Academy of American Poets Award, his poems are in or forthcoming in Black Warrior Review, Muzzle Magazine, Ninth Letter, The Journal, Sixth Finch, and elsewhere. He received his BA from UC Berkeley, and his MFA from Emerson College.
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Gold That Frames the Mirror - Brandon Melendez
SYNONYMS FOR BORDER
fringe |::| fraying boundary |::| line separating two political or geographical areas, especially countries |::| countries that flood in & out of each other’s gaping bodies |::| body of water that does not end with the horizon |::| edge of the map & the ghost ships anchored there |::| gold that frames the mirror |::| petroleum coating the tongue with coins |::| limit of geography unmarked by bloody hands |::| asymptote of eyes refusing to close |::| end of an executive order & the dead that come after |::| flank |::| surrounded by steel |::| curve of a corral & the horse’s broken jaw |::| distance two people cross to say I love you |::| the emptying of language & the bodies that unspool in its wake
IN A CITY OLD AS SMALLPOX IN A PEROXIDE WHITE ROOM, MY THERAPIST ASKS A QUESTION ABOUT COPING
Somewhere in Oakland,
a warehouse catches fire
& the people I love trapped
inside inhale enough monoxide
to smother the whole sleeping city. Elsewhere,
a friend overdoses & I add his name
to the list of ancestors made holy
by a needle shoveled through skin.
Before Christendom, holy meant preserved
whole & indivisible. A stone pillar
that cannot be unstoned. Across the Atlantic,
someone I spent a summer with
playing chess on a south Berkeley rooftop
is carried off a plane past rows of weeping
mothers, his heart stopped midair.
What does it mean to leave this world
from one country but never arrive
elsewhere, to become an entry
in someone’s catalogue of empty seats.
An hour ago, an hour outside of Boston
a boy was sitting in his driveway
when a nearby chimney collapsed
like a ransacked church, burying him.
I can’t stop wondering who
he was waiting for. Was it his mother?
An old friend? How many of us wasted today
waiting for a familiar face
& instead, instead . . .
DESMADRE
Grandmother describes my Spanish as desmadre. She means my accent
is the wreckage after the storm. Proof our family washed up
in this country one day & were no longer from anywhere else.
Desmadre, directly translated, means without mother.
Grandmother’s history is a map I lost & have been searching for
ever since. I have a theory: the voyage will end
with my mouth open the last relic of la patria
settling on my tongue for a moment before dissolving
into the water. Or, another theory: I am not the wreckage
but the storm—the unexpected wave that drowns the woman
bringing her family home. The sandy brine that breaks through
the hull & ruins all her books.
ARCHITECTURE OF REFUGE
My first memory is an open gate.
On the other side my father sits
in our living room, molding a castle
from clay. Each steeple & drum tower:
a brother, a son reaching out in praise
or prayer. My father laughs as my small
& feckless hands carve through his kingdom
like a scythe. He laughs knowing he can build
something new from the rubble. Stronghold.
Hideout. Call it resurrection. Call it making room
for joy; a boy learning the architecture of refuge
from his father. A boy unaware of all the ways
the earth demands breath as payment for breath.
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