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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