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In a Language You Don't Understand
Two new poems up on 'Fevers of the Mind'
The Saddest Thing I thought I had seen The saddest thing when I saw a dead duck On the sidewalk Her neck a broken question mark Asking I thought I had seen The saddest thing when I saw a drowned cow Sunk in the shallows Her body a sack of meat and mud Drinking I thought I had seen The saddest thing, then Mimi Parker died Dark curls gone limp Her voice still up on a note Singing
To Feel Warm I came home and The stove clock read 350 And for a moment I thought I'd left the oven on Preheating the day Like the Florida sun I did get the message you sent I'm pretty perceptive Even if I can’t take a hint Perhaps we could prop each other up If only to see what it meant To feel warm
Check out the site. Lots of good stuff up there.
If you like these little poems, I have a whole chapbook of them available from First Cut Poetry called Abandoned Accounts (Most of them are happier than the ones I shared above, so don’t be scared to check them out).
As always, thank you for reading,