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
There’s a kind of transformation
That can happen on any day
Both the actual horse on fire and its event out of these words
between the wardrobe and laundry rack
someone is ironing feathers and planets
If the answer were awe, I would be burdened with awe
That I should originate anything
was intolerable to me,
but I considered it, privately.
The man I loved wanted me in his bed, so I could tell him he was exceptional.
Ruining something felt like a reason to proceed.
the revolution needs a bigger space
so that the same tragedy cannot repeat itself
it was great to be a little sick with fear but
it’s better to be alive with a driver’s license
as long as we’re together and here
we’re poetrying