The pine branches reach—the rain! the sun! the edge of the
moving air! three goats!
Girls on razor scooters turn the corner and scoot
Autonomy actually shows, it shines amidst the stars of decision
I sacrifice hearing to writing, I return to the back of the train
Surrounded by nothing but tattered island nasturtia, the
shoveler is prepared to exclaim, “Grief exterior, grief
Beastly pine cones are falling from the sky
Down in the middle, and a soft wall, the midnight breeze
Check the role, the rock, the rule!
From cardboard pressed to ginger, water spilled on a list, salt
Why so many references to dogs, purple, and bananas?
Then the carnival—it came up afterwards like a vermillion
buttress to say of itself “it appears”
Wren in a ragged bee line, flora sleeping live
Yuki, Felicia, and Maxwell have between them $13.75, and they
are hungry as they enter the small café, where they see a
display of pies and decide to spend all their money on pie
there and then—how much pie will each get to eat if
each pie costs $5.25?
Invincible is my myopia, great is my waist, choral are my ideas,
wingéd are my eyebrows, deep is my obscurity—who am I?
|2012-02-22||Wild Swans||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|2014-11-17||Wild Silk||Brian Russell|
|2014-08-26||Wide Sigh||Melissa Broder|
|2010-05-19||Why They Went||Elizabeth Bradfield|
|2013-09-12||Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People||Dorothea Lasky|
|2013-01-09||Why Items Tend to Shift in Flight||Sandra Meek|
|2014-02-17||Why is Quiet "Kept"?||Paul Hoover|
|2015-02-06||Why I Am Obsessed with Horses||Michael McGriff|
|2013-06-25||Why I Am Not a Buddhist||Charles Bernstein|