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
Jill tells me about the
show she is making
I wonder if anything really needs to be revived.
Mad magazine should probably be dead by 1984
rather than: $2.50 CHEAP. It’s difficult
I read
a book &
then I want
to read
another
one about
Russia
Fresca’s got a new look
but I’m not drinking
that. My coke
She prefers
my phone &
using my
computer
w out the burden
of her life
last night
I described
it open
a circle
she kisses
my knee
its life
that is
my name
they thought
she had
a lot
I think
it’s enough
I mean
it’s astonishing
if I had (his)
I could
feel everything
but as it is
I know
what it is
I love your
lips.
Do you
only
go to new
places
is it true
did the
planet
just get
born
I found a lengthy word with a non-Russian ending,
unwittingly, inside a children’s storybook,
and turned away from it with a strange kind of shudder.
When we take the downhill runs into account,
the world of avalanche and thaw, the shifts
in altitude, patterns that trace them down
You can only have a lot of power,
never enough:
The horrendous infantile
shrieks and caterwaulings
of our dirty existential alleycat