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Monthly Archives: April 2015
If it were about cake
If this were about cake and just that and fondant with matching figures on top pouring sugared acceptance like libation into those small pans I’d say buy another somewhere else and don’t demand it but this cake is less rolled icing … Continue reading
For RA
in that model he made of the universe there was no room for truth, only conjecture temporary guesses about what’s live in the space between words and metronomes pulse ironic, how the man who didn’t believe anything but had many suspicions has … Continue reading
78 cents
I want those 22 cents per dollar some man made more than me for that precise thinking, for that same lifting, for my exact educational level and similar scrubbing–money lost for every second of life worked I want to be buried … Continue reading
Monday Aubade
I’ve not watched sunrise with you, or even seen those first pale fingers twist in your hair alongside the silver because before dawn our house is a litany of silenced alarms and snooze buttons burned toast and looking towards the east not … Continue reading
Easter
It mostly snows in Buffalo Easter Sunday My mother blamed it on resurrection in an uncertain season or the inconsistency of things passing over.
Love Poem
For Eulonia If I were a ladybug I would marry you in your constant opening to air; my 12 footprints tracking pollen across our moss bed, these antenna 2 quills shaped to scribe your sweet with nectar ink. I would across kingdoms shout a … Continue reading
dysfunction
you break everything except me the vacuum’s cracked housing substitutes for bones the dishwasher doesn’t drain its secrets so stink we don’t speak of bleeds across the floor the microwave clock has a short so time in this house breaks, stacatto and needs fixing *** … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 