You just have to go down a flight of stairs...
You just have to go down a flight of stairs
and go down a flight of stairs. You
have to bear and
hear the shift in front of cars
or you just topple over into the bath
and topple over into the bath. And
string lights
around the house and
aim blanks at the garage door…
(from The Bedazzler)
Sonnet
In this country you have
never named your child
“rattle,” “that’s
for saints and I
am a man she held.” “A stopwatch”
one such haberdasher
his saying “theatrical figures, three colored—
in dining cars…”
(from Boston Review Poets Sampler)