Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
a roach that had been traveling with me since Milan
crawled up by my bed for the last time I had the arriving and
leaving jealousies
making a long painting using all sorts of painting
techniques I’m making a long painting using all sorts of painting
techniques paint staining with all kinds of plastic paint washy oil
a signal!!!!
he wants to have a child
Thor and Formica are each in their own special way
winning the war for our boys, that crazy gang from Avondale
I set my sights on toast and loads of tea and pumpkin seeds
When he left to plow the sea and husband
other lands, she became all fire.
The flames clutched air, their smoke
"Death is also the thief of beauty," he says,
as a slow disquietude replaces morning's calm.
The pink light fades from ashen clouds,
After long hours of mindless labor,
yoked with debt, they are released like oxen
to graze in the remnant grass of another day.
Beautwelve fills the whisper and
all want fragments why along to check
the short page what your convictions
this is shudder and this is antenna mail
At first she is only mildly annoyed: the car
won't start, it's happened before. She'll phone
her husband—what is his name?—at his office,