Something more tender than metaphor
I can tell she’s
looking for some
thing more tender
than metaphor—a shimmering
textual cylinder,
a shelf of self-help
run thru a chipper-
shredder, a New York Times
best-seller —
Ownmost
i like any
thing that lights
up on its own—
cats’ eyes, children’s
sneakers, the sun—
when the baby
smiles, it’s not
for you or me
Local on the 8s
wanna talk about the
weather with me—i like
to do it and to watch
local on the eights
on tv—to sit on,
to sink into the couch
at mother’s house
—to sit on, to set
onto porch screened in
with screen—a poem
takes time and staring into