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
When the Moon fell, he fell from heaven, and no one saw him fall.
flying into the air
exhilarated and
scared shitless
hammock me in the graveyard alone under the flowering noni tree grandmother me blown-turned leaves
Summer is never
“Phyllis, be done with me once more,
as long as, a day or two later,
you declare peace again.”
Something four-legged at least. A beast.
Robot slipped comically on cave pearls.
And went in every direction.
It howled like a person,
It howled when it stopped.
“This Thursday you’ll have a substitute,” The teacher wrote—Pam Ederhuller, Previously a general practitioner.
You see I have this broken nose I got
when el tico Lizano hit me with a brick
because I said it was obviously a foul
I took the pill of estradiol. My feet hurt.