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Malak Mattar, Untitled (detail), 2024, charcoal on paper

Everything I’m About to Tell You Actually Happened

December. Again the family gathers
around the plastic pine, branches that bend
like pipe cleaners. Sister whitens the tree
with canned snow. Grandma’s glass eye
looks more real than her real one.
Father assembles the tree which slept
eleven months in a cardboard box
labeled TREE. Brother tells everyone
the eggnog tastes like arsenic
and fakes his own death. We laugh
our phony laugh and nobody informs him
arsenic is tasteless. Mother wears
a clip-on smile thanks to the tablet
that dissolved beneath her tongue.
Grandpa does that trick with his thumb.
You know, the thumbless hand one.
Doorbell rings. It’s Jesus. Drops of blood
fall from his body like a torn bag of rubies.
Together we take him apart and seal him
inside a box labeled MR. KILL JOY.
All night I hear him pounding the cardboard
like distant thunder. Next morning
I ride my new bicycle, crash it full-speed
into an actual tree. Let me tell you
what it’s like to be unconscious.
Picture the green field of the world,
a stone well on the perimeter.
Picture a cardboard box at the bottom
of the well. Guess who’s inside it.

Portrait of David Hernandez

David Hernandez’s most recent collection of poems, Hello I Must Be Going (Pitt Poetry Series, 2022), was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. He has been awarded an NEA Literature Fellowship and two Pushcart Prizes. Hernandez teaches creative writing at California State University, Long Beach, and is married to writer Lisa Glatt. (updated 4/2025)

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