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
you must get well right
away your mistress loves
you and she needs you to
Did he imagine that her letters
were written to him those ones
They call me Jack Jigger because
I’m entirely made of little pieces
Taken from other people (some are
I know two lovers who could not see each other correctly.
They kissed a lot but what they saw was not really the
other person. It was a person each one had made up.
The lightest touch
if it is gently giv-
en can yield as much
affection as a deep
A whole stolen afternoon before us
no hurry no haste savoring every
The apparition of these faces in the bough;
Crowds on a wet, black petal.
The apparition of these boughs in the face;
Crowds on a wet, black petal.
Make It Simple
make it so simple a child
of six can understand the
big long hard
bright loud hot
burn light hole
The hate began a few months after
the blissful wedding he discov-