Dana Levin
The Golden Man

And the acids came and washed him, yea, I was making the little man.
With tweezers and tongs from the lead I burned him,
       scoured, boiled, salted, moistened.
Hello in there I said to the Dragon, I made him fume with pins
I fixed him I made him cry in sulphur and copper I was making
       the little man—
Golden lion with smoke for wings, melted, powdered, fat and liquid,
I built him up, I washed him down, I brushed himn with bristles
       from the back of a mare,
I made him fume, the golden man, his eyes his mouth his golden head,
Hello in there I said to the Dragon, I pinched him close, I pinched his mouth,
       I stoppered him up, I shut his smoke.
Look I said pressing my chest to the glass, My heart, my blistered hands.

 
Found In Volume 29, No. 01
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About the Author

Dana Levin is the author of five books, most recently Banana Palace (Copper Canyon Press, 2016), a finalist for the Rilke Prize. Previous books include In the Surgical Theatre, Wedding Day, and Sky Burial, which The New Yorker called “utterly her own and utterly riveting.” Levin currently serves as Distinguished Writer in Residence at Maryville University in St. Louis, where she lives.