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
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
Then one day she noticed the forest had started to bleed into her waking life.
There were curved metal plates on the trees to see around corners.
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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
your lionskin
overcoat