{"id":3063,"date":"2017-07-24T02:03:52","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T02:03:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=3063"},"modified":"2017-07-25T18:54:33","modified_gmt":"2017-07-25T18:54:33","slug":"keith-mark-gaboury-summer-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/keith-mark-gaboury-summer-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"Keith Mark Gaboury, Summer 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Life is a Dirty Bomb<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My skin is a field of radioactivity.<br \/>\nWe have to cut you open to save your life<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>is what I hear. Yes this is how<br \/>\nmy largest organ will betray me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Along the expanse<br \/>\nof a three-alarm ultraviolet burn,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Buck steadies his eyes<br \/>\nupon this malignant malfunctioning body<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>before directing a scalpel<br \/>\ntoward the uneven borders of a mole,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>notches of damaged DNA<br \/>\nballooning into an explosion.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They patch me up, back<br \/>\ninto an oven of wicked humidity<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>where the local meteorologist<br \/>\nrecommends a slather<br \/>\nof SPF infinity sunscreen.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Keith Gaboury earned a M.F.A. in creative writing from Emerson College. While his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in such literary journals as\u00a0<em>After Happy Hour Review, Five:2:One Magazine, The Birds We Piled Loosely,<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>New Millennium Writings,<\/em>\u00a0Keith has been rejected from\u00a0<em>The Boston Review,\u00a0The Paris Review,<\/em> and\u00a0<em>Poetry<\/em>. He also co-founded a social justice-themed online literary magazine,\u00a0<em>Words Apart<\/em>. While spending his days as an early childhood educator, he spends his nights writing poetry in San Francisco, California.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Life is a Dirty Bomb &nbsp; My skin is a field of radioactivity. We have to cut you open to save your life &nbsp; is what I hear. 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