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
Even the sea is put to bed.
Even the cliffs along the shores look both ways
Everyone is dead, has been dead / for a long time
I go to the closet to select a tie.
I say to myself what could happen.
We did not cry out in alarm. Jill
did fall down, and something spilled.
It is here but the colors
have stayed away. Guests
to no one—they pout inside
A man is teaching his son to play the piano. He tells the boy, the piano loves to be touched.
We begin, we extend, we reach forth, we
entice, we commence, we begin to dream, we
It is a world / rich with possibilities, but slim in actualization.
Oh! plant that needs water, I bring it to you.
So tired. Go Away Go Inside Forget time.