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I AM IN THE WEATHER

By Quenton Baker

                                      every cloud that rolls off the ocean
                                                              pours my dead on me

the mad
             the sick
             the brave
             the faceted
             who chose the wave over their making


in this colonial hell
                        bell-shaped and bloated with venom


what good is good when its price is all of my blood’s blood
  
my loves   
your mist stings my eyes
i cannibalize you as water on broken skin

                                      you loan me the requisite loam and gristle
                                      to bury this world within itself

i wear you as dripping carapace
            you laureates of the sea’s undersong

            feed me
                                                                         in your unnamable droning

 


 

 

Listen as Quenton Baker reads I AM IN THE WEATHER.

Added: Friday, May 30, 2025  /  Used with permission.
Quenton Baker
Photo by Dean Davis.

Quenton Baker is a poet, educator, and Cave Canem fellow. Their work has appeared in The Offing, Jubilat, Prairie Schooner, The Rumpus and elsewhere. They are a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee, and the recipient of the 2018 Arts Innovator Award from Artist Trust. They were a 2019 Robert Rauschenberg Artist in Residence and a 2021 National Endowment for the Arts Literature Fellow. They are the author of we pilot the blood (The 3rd Thing, 2021) and ballast (Haymarket Books, 2023).

Image Description: In a black-and-white portrait, Quenton Baker faces forward. They wear glasses and a black hoodie.

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