Saturday, March 19, 2022
Sunday, March 13, 2022
Saturday, March 5, 2022
from Something Solid: The Nineties: Silly Putty
Just for the insanity of her, & us,
Jen remains the first, & fondest of my wives.
A self-possessed, pixilated individual,
stacked like a Playboy bunny, mad as a hatter,
refashioning class like it was silly putty, &
we bonded at the crotch like two young bunnies,
just for her to be a mother, just to make silken-soft
the bitterness of a broken life in the sticks—
the stigma of trailer-trash insignias, which here
camouflaged as lower-middle before my naïve eyes.
The pill she was purportedly on was more
camouflage— I forgive her now because she
had no choice, backed under trailer wheels.
Corn-rows fell on her, & heavy deals.
Tuesday, March 1, 2022
New Poem in Otoliths (65)
New double sonnet, from the Nineties section of Something Solid, in Otoliths 65. Many thanks to Mark Young. And on PennSound.
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