#hider roser

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"Monkey Heart" by Ben Mirov

Pick it up. Consider it a machine. Put it down. Remember you need it. Go back to where you left it. Airport terminal, donut shop, seventh grade. Are you scared? It's ok. So am I. Take a wet rag. Put it on your head. Let's retrace your steps. Do you love your wife? Is she made of dolphins? I love my fucking life. Even my secrets and the terrible things I've done. They're like small smooth stones in a green plastic bottle with no label. What were we doing? Driving down a long dark street? Does it feel exactly right? Little fist that pumps the blood.

From "Hider Roser"

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"High-Fives" by Ben Mirov

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from Hider Roser by Ben Mirov

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A Kiss On The Purplish Light by Ben Mirov

I wanted to impress her with my kissing ability and so placed my hand on her cheek. It scared me, but I touched it gently.

My eyes were shut. My mind began to wander. I thought of a deer spooked by his shadow on the rime. I thought of Papa

who died half naked with a mouthful of mushroom soup. I thought of the universe expanding in its bowl and of the breaking

of the bowl and the spilling of its contents onto what. I thought of the word isotope. Isotope, I thought to myself. Although

I may have spoke it aloud. Years passed between the end of the kiss and the beginning of the next. Several things occurred

that demanded my immediate attention. I found a bouquet of wilted flowers. I spilt my mug of strong black tea.

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Hider Roser by Ben Mirov

You want to write about a horse but you have written hose. Think of meat. Meat thinking of jogging. Meat going out on a date to see the water. The water is beautiful and she allows you to put your arm around her. Smell her ear, part of a star that exploded when you were negative 10,000 years old. In a few hours she is gone. In four years, even goner and Dean is telling you something about nothing the sparrows in his tattoo forever flying out of a rose until Dean is dead. Pretty soon you have a loft and people are getting to know your work rearranging the letters in horse rider you get hider roser, which means something you will never understand with only a few minutes left one end of the hose going into your head and the other going don't know where.

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New contender for Most Romantic Poem Ever Written. From Ben Mirov's excellent Hider Roser, Octopus Books, 2012.

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I interview poet Ben Mirov over at the Bomblog site

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HELP US GIVE PATRICIA LOCKWOOD A TRAMP STAMP!

Patricia Lockwood's much anticipated first book of poems, Balloon Pop Outlaw Black, is now available, along with Ben Mirov's new book Hider Roser, at Octopus Books' website and Small Press Distribution. In order to promote this book, Patricia has offered to tattoo an "enormous tramp-stamp of a four-legged puppeye with a bare butt" on her lower back if we sell out of the first print run of 2000 books by January 31. Patricia talks about this plan on her blog. Please spread the word, tell your friends and enemies, and help us help her do this bad thing.

This puppeye (pictured above) is from the herd of puppeyes on Patricia's book cover which was designed and illustrated by Lisa Hanawalt, one of Patricia's favorite artists, a cartoonist and illustrator living in Brooklyn. Lisa talks about it all here.