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
Your eyes are closed, your solemn face upraised,
features transfigured in the fading sun.
Because:
a garter snake slid over my bare foot
We are happy walking on the dead,
sea breezes milling with the herbs ground down
on the hard pestle of the earth
I’ve moved to be near you. My new address
is posted daily in the lost and found.
Your silences are far from obvious.
Adjusting my thoughts, you are luminous,
throwing a planetary light on the room.
Numeral calculations done in blood
were wildly calligraphized on white wood.
“Wall Street says that cake sales are low”
Or to put it bluntly
“Cake is fizz”
1. denigrate obtuse and active verbs pronouns
skewer the sieve of the optical sewer
release the handle that holds all the gates up
I didn’t understand before
how a mango can burn—
Then you came down from Colorado
to meet the rushing waters that passed through an open dam