POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.
Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.
You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.
We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…
In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote
my love is a glass shard, a knife made of madness and moonlight,
and there are already way too many fragments in this house
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
