As If You Had Promised
to be the water that rocks
the boat to dreams
that tell the poor
Martha Collins
Poetry
As Boats, Over That Darkness
The underboat is upside down, blurred, like a reflection.
The reflection of a bridge that isn’t there.
Pinks
If you wanted flesh you had to wait
till second grade, for the box
of 64. Until then you outlined us
till second grade, for the box
of 64. Until then you outlined us