Rob Plath is a writer from New York. He was once tutored by Allen Ginsberg for two years from 1995-1997. He has published 24 books and a ton of poems in the small presses over the last 26 years. He lives with his cat and tries his best to stay out of trouble.

the lovely hilt 

even the plunge 
of the knife 
was sweet 
b/c it was 
an extension 
of yr hands

another love poem 

i remember that spring 
blue forget-me-nots 
seemed extinct 
beside yr eyes 
even the may sky 
cloudless as it often was
couldn’t compare

rewinding the wound

i rewound the reel 
of my birth in my head 
& suddenly the screaming 
turned to silence 
my startup jacket 
of hot blood 
unstitched itself 
red thread by red thread 
the purple-blue 
noose-like umbilical 
unplugged itself 
its braid unraveling 
& the terrible cocoon 
was stripped from a colony 
to a single cell 
my mother’s & father’s 
skins peeled apart 
& lay on separate 
sides of the bed 
like strangers w/ their 
backs to one other 
& at long last high above 
a brooklyn rooftop
i was an unmassacred point 
of silver light afloat
in a dark blue winter night