The Salvageman

o 

I am writing a book for children about money 

In the book, the Salvageman is trying to turn the whole city into
cold
hard
cash 

The protagonist is my brother, an amateur numismatist 

He is the only one who can turn currency back
into an object worthy of love

o

I married the Salvageman for a steady paycheck
Look at this gumball ring of our love 

He will pay me a percentage of
a percentage of what I was once worth 

I was told I can make anything out of words, so I made you up.
I wrote a poem and gave it your name 

I know love, but I also know attention
In winter, we walk single file on the sidewalk
to make room for our acres
of snow

o

In business, the principle of value is
some combination of scarcity, labor,
and the weight of raw material 

For example, my value might
be represented by some ratio of
what I can give and
how much you want me 

on any
given
morning 

In the taking apart of me,
there is a somber moment in which
the uterus is cradled in the palm of the surgeon,
who understands the significance of potential 

The Salvageman is careful with leftovers
Leftovers are the fruit of his work

o 

We move to the city to escape
the collateral of our mothers 

We are afraid to be so close to the womb
which might reveal
like an oracle
the sum total of our worth 

Awe is defined as an emotion variously combining
“dread,” “veneration,” and “wonder” 

And who are you to question my candles lit
at the Temple of Salvation? 

In the city I built for us, there is no room
for anything but memory 

I call you from a pay phone
where Snow Place meets
Summer. But you are not at home, 

you are listening to the radio in
a bar across the city 

a miracle so enormous,
I will never be able
to find it 

o 

I give you this
city 

in order to prove
I am capable of loving 

something unfamiliar
to my people 

I mean the field
people 

I was born from
a scythe and 

you know it 

I am trying to prove
to you 

through a series of distant
images 

that I know another state
is possible 

even for people
like me

o 

Sometimes I frighten you with the smells
coming off my body 

The Salvageman is not afraid
of what I can make with physical processes
the carburetor another name for
what I am capable of
in the dark 

I am lost in the fog between
what you know of me and what I wish
you would find out 

I am driving an old car through this weather.
Soon, I will arrive at your house 

o 

I am not asking the Salvageman for what he took 

I am asking only for the answer to a question 

I know the dark parts of my city must be filled with water,
or they would be full of something profitable 

The Salvageman and I gamble
on birds in the parking lot 

I am asking only for the question itself

o

The Salvageman took
my infant fist
in his palm 

He found a portrait of
lovers in
a field of poppies 

He showed me how
to wear weight on my back
to make my body
a lever
to manage
my desire 

I was heavy for you 

I forgot which holes
I had given my skin
and which had been given to me
for sport 

When I came to you, my one
sore knee, I was holding
the body of a soft brown bird 

I had been taught the alchemy of want 

What I gave you
I had no right to give