Archimedes’ Father Discovers

His Son’s Sketches

aaron brame

The ways he confounds me. Pages of

moons, wheels enmeshed, levers with

strength to transport objects heavier

than me, even. Can’t slay his first stag,

but turns our stream so spring hares

arrive in the dozens. Look how he

sleeps now, tangled in sheets, spheres

spinning on threads all around us.

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Aaron Brame is the former senior poetry editor at the Pinch Journal. His work appears in or is forthcoming from Indianapolis Review, Heron Tree, Lumina, and Tupelo Quarterly. He lives and works in Memphis, Tennessee. Find him on twitter at @mr_brame.