Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
I slept in the back seat like a bad thought.
And Cathay was not China.
And Vietnam was not China
Nor made in China—but close enough.
He will teach me how to seduce
Men, stags, double-winged angels
between brownstones
where yearning
confesses its nature
but no one is always on your side
not even a poet
I am we: space the gift,
a white sprit of motion—
and I would lean in close and tell you that John Wick kills women like
he’s read feminist theory
Smoking a dart, I said.
I just met my first bird.
Born of a sharpness, and set to music.
In my hat I sit
in my cellar
waiting