Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
It is a world / rich with possibilities, but slim in actualization.
How about a quick massage now, he said to me.
I don’t think it’s cool, I replied.
I often tell women’s secrets to men
lines which are the imitation of imagined veins
passing thru my quivering city
“your city?”
The havoc-caused
soul occurs not
recovers yet the
Vital Span
In Virginia
Is Closed
Plato
in his tree
After we
were all
a bed,
time is an enemy
thick air
a pigeon writes
Kowabunga! The amoeba was
mountainous.
Venusian burgers were sailing out