Golden Gate Park

Jacques J. Rancourt

Tonight, walking the AIDS                memorial, I think aboutthe man who hydrated                his partner by feedinghim ice chips with his                mouth. Someone stumblesdown the path, maybe drunk,                maybe a littlefucked up, & I know not to make                eye contact, not to stop.But I do stop. This man                wants to fuckright here & now                on top of the redearth. Back East where                I grew up, the past persistssinister as a forest: a man hit                on another manin a rural bar & thus                was beaten with a cast iron pan,laid across the tracks,                & severed by a train.Here, his lips still sweet                from the clovehe smoked, this stranger                kisses me like those menof our fathers’ generation                who’d rendezvous in parkspast dark. Never again                will I destroy the earthby flood, God told Noah                after the sun brokethrough, the covenant                signed in rainbow.Once, I believed in God.                Convinced that the Earthwas his own                beating heart,I talked to him out loud                in the forest at night.I felt endless then                & knowing I wasn’tonly enlarged me.

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Jacques J. Rancourt is the author of Brocken Spectre (Alice James Books, 2021) and Novena (Pleiades Press, 2017), as well as a chapbook In the Time of PrEP (Beloit Poetry Journal, 2018). He is the recipient of a Wallace Stegner Fellowship from Stanford University, a Halls Emerging Artist Fellowship from the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing, and a residency from the Cité Internationale des Arts in Paris. Raised in Maine, he lives in San Francisco.

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Farmington, Maine

The University of Maine at Farmington

"What does it mean to have survived a plague? Are we obliged to remember a disaster, or are we best called to make our own joy independent of the past? The poems in Brocken Spectre document a queer new age—one in which the AIDS crisis has abated, though the lost quietly ghost the periphery of this writer’s imagination. These moving and memorable poems speak from edges of longing and loss while they create important new narratives of meaningful connection."
—Mark Wunderlich

"Delving into the nature of memory, both cultural and emotional, the poems of Brocken Spectre are sharp, dauntless, and unflinchingly lucid. Navigating the powerful undertow of amnesia and a future that has already passed by, Jacques J. Rancourt’s lyrics alert us both to time’s layers and to the wonder of its elasticity. I admire the great tenderness these poems convey toward those who preceded them and how, in Rancourt’s hands, hauntings become inheritances worth having, even in a world on fire."
—Mary Szybist

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