Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
It’s not
because I am a land
lover
Many friends came with us
and whoever did not come was no longer a friend.
The brain has powerful filters
that screen out most
thoughts and images:
A human begins
by claiming
to be something else:
a red bird
in a picture book;
a little red
Corvette.
Flag lolling
on its pole
like a dog’s tongue.
What’s to like
if not contrast?
Shadows beneath
the model’s sharp
cheekbones, her ample
yet precise lips.
Don’t worry.
We have armies
of showrunners
No lie!
Need input!
Not ghosting you!
Let Scott equal “I.”
Scott says, “I
asked my team
to pull your records.”
Unlikely,
the homelife
of water