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Colette Arrand

Colette Arrand's poems have been published in or are forthcoming from Hobart, KNOCKOUT, SmokeLong Quarterly, JMMW, and elsewhere. They're currently a student in the University of Georgia’s PhD program in creative writing.

For Hulk Hogan, Who, By His Own Reasonable Estimate, Has the Largest Arms in the World

 
 
 
 

For Hulk Hogan, Who, By His Own Reasonable Estimate, Has the Largest Arms in the World


For Hulk Hogan, Who, By His Own Reasonable Estimate, Has the Largest Arms in the World


For Hulk Hogan, Who, By His Own Reasonable Estimate, Has the Largest Arms in the World

 

In a bookstore, I saw Atlas figure on the covers of innumerable
paperbacks and thought of you. Brother, the burden those arms

must carry. The work of lifting giants, quelling earthquakes, mauling
t-shirts, an cupping the noise of the mob to an ear is yours;

you asked for it then and you ask for it now. Your arms I imagined 
variously: the jack lifting a car over my father’s body, the cranes

in my mother’s factory, twin pythons that could devour my problems
were I able to scream your name loud enough. I screamed,

but I won’t see you in the flesh until that flesh, no longer taut,
is incapable of its former glories. Until then, I invent my own encounters

and spin those. Here is one: Once, I claimed to have met you
at a Big Boy restaurant, pouring syrup on a stack of pancakes.

When you took my hand in yours, it disappeared. Then you did.
Cup your ear, Hulk. Tonight, when I call out, come. Lift me.