Poem of the Day
Consecutive Preterite
By Jessica Laser
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
The restless pass the night hours in company
forever about in the town; though many
at half past three admit to being lonely.
One red-winged blackbird can’t begin
Without the other, hidden in the cedars.
Listen, listen, listen,
For he struts between
The masts are mostly gone, Walt. Pleasure-sailors
ply the harbor, piloting fiberglass forty-footers
down from the North Shore, one at the wheel,
Sluice me, stop my breath—still my
life to this, my fist
taut, a hand of fingers feeds my
Yes, my Captain, I was there.
I was the one punching the buttons of the radio
until the right commercial came on
Because somebody’s father bought a house
sided in aluminum, blue as a robin’s egg,
and used in a through two wars, buying
I turned forty the year I wrote it
all down, every bit
I could remember:
I wish my pussy could live
in a different shape and get
some goddamn respect.
In the extremity of anguish.
Lonely in solitary confinement,
Men have been known to perform
The Impressionism wing strikes me as too
dainty for my mood, except for one oil painting
by Gustave Caillebotte, Calf’s Head and Ox Tongue,