I’m late for the birth- day party, it’s one of those cool after- noons when the world is clear, is made of glass, the sky so blue you want to look up at the very center of its pupil in case you get a glimpse of what comes after we leave here. I’m thinking my lover’s sister is thirty-two today, but I want
Richard Tayson is the author of The World Underneath (The Kent State University Press, 2008) and The Apprentice of Fever (The Kent State University Press, 1998), winner of the Wick Poetry Prize. His honors include Prairie Schooner’s Bernice Slote and Edward Stanley Awards, as well as a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship. He teaches at The New School and the City University of New York.