Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
Roach
My grandfather told me I
was one of the oldest living creatures.
1. Three men. Two of them seated. The third, standing with his back turned to the room’s only window, permits his beautiful eyes to stray across an infinite space. His right arm is extended, as if he were saying something, as if there were something he wanted to say.
Shall I roll the universe
into a ball?
Shall I roll you in between
You said you wanted to see
some baby pictures of me.
So here they are. Before you look at them
He said he was going to make this the worst beating
I had ever had, while pulling the split strop out
From its hiding place on the top shelf of the
every song on the radio reminds me of you
each one seems to be the story of our lives
yet i believe nothing is like anything else
We are both in Cambridge, getting ready to load all her possessions into a truck I have hired. I am very excited, because she is coming back to where I live
The new Commissioner was free to choose a dwelling which suited his fancy. If it did not exist, it would be built for him at public expense. But when he asked for a pagoda, he was given a geodesic dome.
Then there is the question, how to disrobe for swimming? For if a girl simply strips naked, she is immodest. If she takes off some clothes but leaves on others, she is still undressing, still immodest, her body motions sure to spawn lewd thoughts, as for instance seeing a mother walking with her child sug- gests nights of abandoned passion.
A man decides to wear a baby instead of a hat.
Sometimes the baby pisses and shits on his head,
but the man doesn’t care. He is in all other