David Duchovny

Gratitude

Thank you for the hole in my heart,

I spackled in the cracks with art.

Thank you for the needle in my arm,

I gilded it with childish charm.

Thank you for the pillow by my head,

for which I stole the down from strangers’ beds.

A bullet in a pearl-chambered gun,

the honeyed fuck you that is me,

any mother’s son.

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Source: About Time: Poems (Akashic Books 2025)

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