Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
they made a movie of it starring Boris Karloff
as Mord the executioner, who dabbled in torture.
America’s old churches were seen as a new
philosophy of one-upmanship:
It was my first 3⁄4 length child. (Fumed oak.)
Look how funny her little arm is.
Nobody lives
above me,
I predict, like the one who was sucked to sea
and returned in an Arabian container ship,
all small worlds will be dashed and drowned.
Suddenly fatigued among French
women in the roman
(You had a plan for me. You wrote in your notebooks—you plotted, reasoned, schemed. to bring me into being. (But reason is a fragile wing).
squirrel killer
predawn snacker
keeper of a card-table office in the garage
They’ll seem to pose for you,
though they’re always posed
It could feel good to stare at numbers
all day, another job but I can’t name any;