Dripping Up Yellow

Permafrost Issue 38.2 “[still]” 38.2 Table of Contents A Way To Live With Lightning Without The Coming Storm Bearings Body Shape Burial Rites Choose Your Own Adventure Cleaning Brook Trout Contributor Notes Detroit Afternoon Dissection Division: Self-Portrait as My Grandfather After Chicago, 1959 Dot Dreams of Austin Again Dot Finds the Ghost Cocks Dot Learns the Problem with Naming the Animals Down Fell the Doves Dripping Up Yellow EMILY AS A FLOAT ON THE SKIN EMILY AS FORMING KNUCKLES EMILY AS RED AND WHITE AND YELLOW AND WHITE Eventually Iguanas, Exquisite Five Poems Five Poems from Ligertown Fundamentals of Home Defense Go Nowhereing Grandmother, this fish tattoo is the only thing keeping me alive HGTV History of a Body HOLLOW Hong Kong How Can You So Quickly Forget? I Am The Tin Boy, Yes It’s True iceblink If I Were Your Sister and You Were a Bird and All the Wolves Were Buried and Dead Incarnations I’m not kissing girls who have to get / blitzed / to touch me Life: The Director’s Cut Love in Four Elements May Evening On reading Yehuda Amichai at Mr. Carwash Our Sister, Valentine’s Day, 1993 Pallets Raising Houses, Breaking Houses Renaissance Renewal: A Bouquet Resume REVELATION Scapegoat Shadows in the Doorway SILVER AS IT IS GOLDEN Snow If You Melt for Me, I’ll Give You Something SUBURBAN DIATRIBE Summoning the Portal TERROR’S MIDDLE NAME IS LAUGHTER That Old Pitchfork and Fire Urge The First Night in the New House The Great American Songbook THE NEIGHBORS ARE NUDISTS The Rainbow Pig The Time I Listened To Nothing but Warren Zevon for One Year Straight The Tin Boy is Butch AF The Torino Scale The Urban Druid Lives His Life in What He Begrudgingly Believes is the Best of All Possible Worlds The Woman Who Eats the River The World Is Larger Than My Suffering (But Not Much) The Yahrtzeit Candle Thirty Years after Thirty Years After To Taste Or See Totidem Verbis Uncle Bob untitled Walks of Life Water Canvas WEATHER REPORT What’s Comin’ Atcha When I Can’t Sleep When the Horseshoe Crab Grieves WHILE BREASTFEEDING MY NEWBORN DAUGHTER, I WATCH TARANTINO MOVIES Why I read The National Enquirer WORK HORSE IN THE RAIN “The key to open up tomorrow is reality’