Aug 26
Love letter by Donika Kelly I wake each morning.And am disappointed in the waking. In the evening, in the hours before sleep,I drag canyons into my forearms, dredge the little tributaries of mud and fish.These pits and hollows make a mess of everything they touch. I am feeling, spoolingaway from what holds muscle to bone. …
Aug 25
The Swimmer by Christina Hutchins Underwater I became a girlwith a young man’s ripe backthe muscles curledaround definite bones But what you saw from above–a blue-green daemon fraught with ripplenone of my lines a line– I was brokenshuffled yet I moved whole It is me again at the far sidesurfacing my face and shouldersreassembled solidity of …
Aug 24
Ghost by Frank Bidart You must not think what I haveaccomplished through you could have been accomplished by any other means. Each of us is to himselfindelible. I had to become that which could not be, by time, from human memory, erased. I had to burn my hungry, unappeasablefurious spirit so inconsolably into you you …
Aug 23
Autopainophile by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza My favorite thing is slowly pullinginto my parking spot at homejust as the song I’ve been feelingthings to finally ends. All these movie momentsand hand cutting wind in half dreamscome for me as ifsent by some light that wantsto watch me survive. In the movies people like medon’t survive and …
Aug 22
Movie by Eileen Myles You’re likea little fruityou’re likea moon I wantto holdI said lemon slopeabout yourhipbecause it’s oneof my wordsabout youI whisperedin bedthis smoothingthe fruit &then alonewith my bookbut writingin it the pageswaggingagainst my knucklesin thelight like asail. from SORRY TREE, copyright 2007 by Eileen Myles. Published by Wave Books. Most Poetry will post …
