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
Today when I was walking
I had a man tell me as he passed
That I was a white bitch (he was white)
It’s a lonely world
Hi everybody
It’s Dorothea, Dorothea Lasky
There’s a kind of transformation
That can happen on any day
It says 1921 in the picture
And I am smiling
But it’s not me anymore
All types of porn are horrific
I just watched a woman fuck a hired hand
In her marble kitchen while her friends looked on
What is between us
Is an orange flower
And it is blooming and blooming
What is going to happen
Is that it’s going to rain
Rain my love
Man in an Easter suit
Leans into me
To kiss me
Inside a large porcelain bowl
the eels move one against
the other, two black rainbows
Water pools the roof into mirrors
thin as any, the storm lilting