friday refrains · 5 very tiny poems
Friday 3 November 2006 | I like a cookie
AFTER THE STRANGER HAS LEFT
I will wake having not slept
I will be unable to remember why
at first
and then
•
ROUND for SPRINGTIME
crocus, my allergy, my habitué; my
personal emergency room, my prowler—
if I’m dreaming of you, & you just
ignore me, then why are you my
•
LOVE SONNET
grasp
sharp
glass
shard
shrink
back
quick
clasp
hard
find
hands
hold
gauze
scarf
•
FROM A POSTER OUTSIDE THE WELFARE OFFICE
Desaparacida
Marilin Medina
madre de dos niños
edad viente años
•
THE ONE ABOUT YOU
You kept asking
are there any poems in there
about me
this is the poem about you
it was going to be a lot
longer but you kept
interrupting
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