Saturday Jun 22

BelzAaron Aaron Belz is the author of The Bird Hoverer (BlazeVOX, 2007) and Lovely, Raspberry (Persea, 2010). He lives in Hillsborough, North Carolina.


She says her sister
has a crush
on George W. Bush,
keeps a stash
of photos of him from
when he was in the Air Force.

“My sister is
totally conservative,”
she adds. I tell her
I don’t have
as much of a crush
on Bush as her sister does

but that I did once see
Penélope Cruz on a bus.
She looks at me.
I smile:
“Cruz on bus.
I had a Cruz on bus.”

“It doesn’t work,”
she says. “Neither
does ‘No Child Left Behind,’”
I say, “not really.”
“Yes it does,” she says.
It’s dark. We kiss.

“Air National Guard,”
I add, breathless.
“I love you,”
she finally admits
and tackles me
hard to the ground.


A woman, eating nothing but Viet Nam,
sat in the shadow of a bushel of parsnip.
She beckoned me to explode daily.
Upon closer inspection, she graphed
moon events without any sort of lake
effect. I said, “That’s what’s called
the ‘lake effect.’” She said, “I bought
these balls in Bali on sale.” She winced.
I cleaned my watch. We urged the stars.