Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
You used to be jealous of our old nurse
who sleeps, warm heart and all, beneath the sod.
We ought to bring her flowers, even so.
Call it windfall
finding your calculation
come, finally,
Two events have a spacelike separation.
Show that a frame can be found in which
the two events occur at the same time.
Some are drunk. Some are mumbling.
Many are solitary, each in his way fixed.
They are all happy over their very good number,
My mother confuses Topeka with Toledo.
My father confuses me with my mother.
Spain didn’t conquer Kansas,
The windows around Gramercy have eyes.
We look, they look back.
A brook cut through the swamp.
George W made a painting & painted his toes pink
Like the meat I eat
& the color of my baby’s penis.
I walked in the door, took off my coat, took off my sunglasses, set them down with my keys, took off my shoes and socks, my jeans, my shirt, my bra and underwear, set them all on the chair by the door
The Ponte Vecchio was built
For butcher shops.
The river stitched with bridges
We began to meet there
On the mops.
After school, during the siesta,