Poetry From ‘Beautiful Razor,’ by Al Hunter, for National Poetry Month

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Poetry From ‘Beautiful Razor,’ by Al Hunter, for National Poetry Month

[Editor’s Note: Al Hunter is the author of Beautiful Razor: Love Songs and Other Lies, and two other books of poetry. Based in Ontario, Canada, he is Anishinaabe—a former chief, in fact, of Rainy River First Nation—and is a member of the Anishinaabe Nation under Treaty No. 3. Here is some poetry his latest book, in honor of National Poetry Month.]

Someday I won’t remember you

Someday
I won’t know
Who you are
I will not
Remember you
You’ll miss me then
When my memory
Is gone

Beautiful Razor
It is useless to shield my jugular

I offer up my throat
A forgone conclusion

I offer my silent thanks
To the sharpening strap

The object of our mutual affection

The razor and mine

Goodbye to This Hurt Town

Goodbye to this Hurt Town
My heart isn’t rent to own
Pain is in the squeaky floors
It’s peeling off the walls
It’s wailing through the open doors
I won’t be taking your calls

“I’m done,” read
Her message in a bottle
Go on then, darling, go on
I’m saying goodbye to this Hurt Town

Goodbye to this Hurt Town
My heart isn’t rent to own
Pain is in the squeaky floors
It’s peeling off the walls
It’s wailing through the open doors
I won’t be taking your calls

“I love you. I hate you,” said,
The whiskey and the rum
Which is it, my love?
Hate straight up
Or love on the rocks?

Goodbye to this Hurt Town
My heart isn’t rent to own
Pain is in the squeaky floors
It’s peeling off the walls
It’s wailing through the open doors
I won’t be taking your calls

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