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“I have lately been thinking a lot about time and I am often thinking about love and this poem appeared before I fell asleep a few weeks ago. I have long admired Catullus’ use of the word ‘kisses’ and I was happy to find a place for it here.”
—Sally Van Doren

Thief

I remember the hour
you stole time from me

and here in these late pages
I try to collect back

the kisses in the parking lot
that erased my history

next to that green F-150
when you became my future.

Copyright © 2014 by Sally Van Doren. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 4, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Copyright © 2014 by Sally Van Doren. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 4, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Sally Van Doren

Sally Van Doren

Poet Sally Van Doren was the recipient of the 2007 Walt Whitman Award from the Academy of American Poets

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Let's use our nicknames
When we apply for this next job
Even though it's past our bedtime
And our current paycheck
 
Can't shut up the muse
Who mewls at the dinner table
Begging for a crust of bread
To sate the nightly terrors.
 
For they come, don't they,
Leaving empty spaces numbers
Are supposed to fill. Buddy
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After TM Davy

The impending light
pushes out from
an unstable center.

It tries to convert
flux into stasis. I
watch it from my

indolent perch
on the couch. If it
pushes too hard

we will capsize.
I prefer to regard

poem

I want to claim
that burst of blue,
to register it is an
antidote to the explosion
of too much emotion,
the yellows, reds and greens
that bombard my morning
vision.  Can we get
along or can’t we?
Not when one young man
sets his anger on fire
and it’s lights out