Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
A gauze bandage wraps the land
and is unwound, stained orange with sulfites.
as if you were ever wide-eyed enough to believe in urban legends
as if these plot elements weren’t the stalest of clichés: the secret lab, the
anaerobic chamber, the gloved hand ex machina, the chemical-
infused fog
For instance, this lushly verdant plain. Imagine it dialed back to featurelessness, each spiraling stalk retracted, each filigree rosette slow-blinking shut.
crown of infrared
song of drifting dune
The smooth-boled trees of his interior
1.
hyperarticulated giant black ants endlessly boiling out of a heaped-up hole
in the sand
how can I
ask you to
absolve me
couldn’t stop / himself picking
his red / lest it
pinken lest / it pale
was it that / that glance / backward
downward / so evidently / an afterthought
the body / enacting / its relentless
The husband wants to be taken back
into the family after behaving terribly,
The world is your lawyer.
Pawn-shop pearls.
Hair like telegraph wire.