BONNIE PARKER AS BOTANIST
You see these fingers thrumming inside
The varnished fire wheels?
The dust rises and drops into narcissus.
This poem mainly stems from a serious uneasiness regarding the history of violence in, and brought forth by, Texas (my home state), a book on the influence of the film Bonnie and Clyde in the Vietnam war era, and Parker's own resistant but compelling poetry. At its heart are questions about rogue innocence, rebellion, and the strangeness of our inextricable connections to violence. Yet it's also indebted to Parker's poetry, as well as other entagled and haunted means of identification.