Poetry 2012 / Volume 43

a centuries too-late letter to Paul from Tarsus

Why don’t you relax a little bit, drop the pen and forget the letters. oh, Paul, haven’t you ever Seen a woman with her hair down, arching her back like a sleepy cat? it makes circumcision feel so Unimportant—all this angry ink bled over a third eyelid when you could be over another body, inking … Continue reading

Poetry 2012 / Volume 43

Being All the Bus Drivers Simultaneously — Daniel Poppick

George Washington says Twelve bladed shadows, if edge means entrance staying secret seems a lip unlilac, swarmed to in return, its skin yes an imitation of another imitation, rooster up your sword you washed out wristwatch game impersonator, I said stamp out that Nintendoed for food, you leaf, you wax-dipped internet of swans-at-night. And so … Continue reading