Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

& where do we go? — Tom Pescatore

He turns his head expectantly expecting her not to reach the door—for the door—of other voices & lines all mashed and troubled and fed eggs bacon sausage bread pancakes toast Easter post-church, warped through concrete & glass lenses to the outside—blockade— who’s thinking?—where does all this death go?— into that ground he knows—& gone to … Continue reading